Black Rayne Silent Screams

by Yvonne Nicolas

  immediately recoiled in fear.

  Caressing Imrie"s leg, Lord Lucius lounged nonchalantly at the end of bed.

  “My lord, you are here.” His master"s state, although seemingly poised, was

  clearly unstable.

  “Is that a hint of surprise I detect in your voice, Doshar?”

  Fresh blood seeped from the corners of Lord Lucius" mouth. The rancid

  scent of bloodied sex lingered with him. A great number of lives had been taken,

  and he sensed many more were to die.

  “I see you"ve found your wife, Doshar,” Lucius declared coolly, pinning him

  with a flashing red stare. “How fortunate for you.”

  Swallowing hard, Doshar glanced down at Imrie who slept peacefully next

  to him. Naked, she was sprawled on her stomach, her legs splayed and her

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  beautiful face turned toward him. Her leg moved slightly beneath Lucius"s touch

  as a serene smile graced her face.

  “I sense my bride"s force.” Pulling his long, silvery blonde hair over his

  shoulder, Lucius looked to the ceiling and sharply sucked in air. “But unlike you,

  I"m not laying beside her, satisfied and covered in her essence. Why is that?”

  Doshar struggled to answer. The words would not come to him. Even if he

  were able to answer, nothing he could say would suppress Lucius" growing rage.

  The order to find the Queen before his Lord"s escape from level seven had been his

  only mission, and he"d failed. Distracted by his wife"s outlandish behavior, he"d

  been thrown off course. Whether his excuse was justifiable or not, he would be

  punished for his failure.

  Casting a mask of composure, Lucius stood and sauntered to the window.

  The curtains drew apart. The glare of the setting sun infiltrated the room. Doshar

  grimaced.

  “I was told there was a full moon last night. That it shone with an unusual

  vibrancy over this realm. Did you notice that?”

  Doshar shook his head, trying desperately to find the hidden meaning in the

  dark lord"s words. “No, my Lord.”

  Lucius turned to him, his emerald eyes smiling and engorged veins

  protruding out from his neck. “Her blood calls to me. Where is she, Doshar?”

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  “I, my Lord, she has a gychi spell hindering my ability to find her…”

  “I gave you life with power beyond imaginations and you give me useless

  excuses? Your brother may have been easily taken by the winged whore, but at

  least he followed through when given direct orders. How I wished I could say the

  same for you.”

  How dare he? Was he not aware the brother he praised so was the very one

  who placed gychi spell on the child?

  “Forgive me, my lord. I have simply been set back on my mission—”

  “Looks to me like you"ve deviated quite a bit from your task, my obsequious

  servant.” There was malevolence in his tone that was terrifying. “Be mindful of

  your thoughts.” He tapped his temple. “I"m well aware Mayiki placed the spell on

  my Queen, and you have not broken it, which makes him the better sorcerer.”

  Holding his baleful smile, Lucius strolled over to the side of the bed and sat

  next to Imrie. He stroked her deep blue hair back from her face, ever so gently, as if

  there were a gentle bone in his hell spawned body.

  “The triumph of my escape from my bitch of a mother"s stone prison

  would"ve been complete if only I could"ve been greeted by my wife"s hot,

  simmering pussy. It would"ve been perfect, Doshar, if I was welcomed from the

  fires of hell by her heated skin, her beautiful face…” His eyes drifted close. “If I

  could"ve smelled her arousal, tasted her essence…” His lids crept open. A scarlet

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  ring circled his irises. “Much like you"ve done with your wife tonight. Did you

  smell her? Did you taste her? Did you feel her skin against yours?”

  Slow fury built within Doshar as he watched Lord Lucius"s hand roam up

  his wife"s thigh. Clenching his jaw hard, he tried to conceal his wrathful

  disposition.

  “Oh, dear sweet Imrie. I don"t know a creature alive who wouldn"t want to

  fuck this beautiful demon witch. It is said the taste of her ass alone could have you

  heady for days.”

  “Does my lord wish for me to find someone to tend to his needs?” he asked

  quickly.

  Lucius bellowed out in laughter, rattling the glass within the windowpane.

  “Why? I have someone right here to tend to my needs.” He raised his hand and

  dropped it Imrie"s backside, hard, drawing an ear-ringing shriek from her.

  She jerked up on her knees. “My lord,” she gasped, rubbing the tender spot

  on her bottom.

  “Yes, your lord.” Lucius reached out to take her nipple between his fingers

  and pinched it. She hissed in acceptance and arched her body to him. “Yes, I smell

  your arousal, witch.” His fangs descended. “Not the least bit as delicious as the

  scent of my Queen, but still tantalizing.” He grabbed her chin and gazed deep into

  her eyes. Without another word spoken, Imrie bent over, unzipped his pants and

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  freed his erect cock. “She"s always ready, isn"t she Doshar?” he asked adjusting his

  position to give her better access.

  Doshar clenched his teeth. “My Lord, she is hardly fit to pleasure you—”

  His words were clipped short when Lucius"s hand found his throat. “You

  have the nerve to deny me?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You"ve

  grown bold and immensely foolish, given your failure.” He drew Doshar closer to

  him, mere inches from his face. “Your attitude is quite irritating. Have you

  forgotten who you serve?”

  A loud slurp followed by a husky moan cut through the thickness of the

  blood tainted air. Doshar bristled within his master"s clutches. He dared not look

  down. Hearing his wife enjoy the pleasure she gave his Lord was enough to boil his

  blood.

  Lucius"s eyes narrowed then briefly closed. “Now I see why you"re so

  outraged,” he breathed out on a chuckle. “I almost forgot why I was furious.”

  He squeezed Doshar"s neck then flung him across the room. Head first, he

  barreled through the television.

  “But she"s not that good.”

  Shards of glass lodged into his gut and face. Disgusted, he shrieked like a

  demon. Excruciating pain sailed through his limbs as he tried to adjust his energy.

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  Propped up against the wall, he watched Lord Lucius dig his hands in Imrie"s hair

  and force her swallow every inch of his lengthy cock. She gagged and choked.

  “There is a barrier around my Queen"s aura. I sense it, a darkened force from

  another clouding her vitality.”

  Wincing, Doshar began to pick the shards from his flesh. “No, my lord,” he

  whispered harshly. “This cannot be so. Your blood has not entered her body.”

  “That"s right, so why hasn"t the need for my blood led her to me? Once I

  cleared the darkness of hell, she should have sought me out. Do you know why she

  hasn"t, Doshar?” Red fury swallowed his pupils. “Because there is someone else!”

  His fangs lengthened with each word.

  Doshar stiffened. There couldn"t be anyone else. He commanded his demons

  to take care of that problem hundreds of years ago. He smelle
d the blood of the

  victims taken during that period in time. He sensed their demise and his demons

  victorious slaughter.

  “That cannot be so.”

  “Ah, but it is so! And the rumor of the red tinted moon tells me whoever this

  creature is has bled for her and released his essence to surround her, therefore

  blocking me out!”

  This was baffling. If the barrier was created out of darkness, Lord Lucius

  shouldn"t have a problem surging through the shield. Unless, his full power had

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  not been restored. Could the effects of the stone prison still be an issue, even

  during his release?

  A spell. Yes. The dark priestess intended to make his search for the Queen

  even more difficult once he escaped. Such a torturous form of penance.

  “Your thoughts of my misfortune are insulting, Doshar! She has to come to

  me! Without her blood I can"t—” Chocking on his words, he squeezed his eyes

  shut, bucked his hips up against Imrie"s mouth then released a satisfying groan. A

  gargling whine erupted from Imrie as his blackened secretions leaked from

  beneath her lips.

  Breathing hard, Lord Lucius blinked rapidly. “Maybe she is that good.” He

  squinted at Doshar. “Bring my wife to me before she mates with this creature or I

  will take yours,” he sneered.

  He fisted her hair and yanked her mouth off of his cum glazed length.

  Pushing her down on all fours, he positioned behind her and entered her seasoned

  slit with maddening force. Doshar cringed at the sound of her flesh tearing and the

  screams of agony that literally melted the paint from the walls.

  Lucius drew Imrie up on her knees and bit into her shoulder. She faced

  Doshar, her horror filled eyes begging for the punishment to end. Lucius"s

  engorged cock pushed deep within her and extended. Like a restless snake

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  trapped under a sheet, it twisted and squirmed inside of her stomach, assaulting

  her insides, visually dancing beneath her flesh.

  The sight was too much to handle, but what could he do? If he attempted

  save her, Lucius would kill the both of them. However, he could not sit and do

  nothing.

  “My lord, please…”

  “Tell me Doshar, do you have enough to replenish her?”

  Just as the meaning of his words came to light, Lucius dragged his nail

  across Imrie"s throat. Her neck opened wide, spewing blackened red blood down

  her collarbone and breasts. Gloating, Lucius yanked her head back to prevent the

  gushing wound from healing.

  Frantically, Doshar shot to his feet, ignoring the pain that seized every nerve

  in his body. “Lord Lucius, I can—I can provide you temporary passage, so that you

  may zone in on our Queen"s energy. She will need to feed very soon. I can help

  you,” he informed quickly. “You can talk to her, convince her to drop the barrier

  and come to you, my Lord.”

  A malicious smile flitted across his face as he pulled Imrie"s head further

  back, widening the smile across her neck. “Are you sure?”

  Imrie"s hands fell lazily to her side. Clinched to her skeleton, her skin aged

  rapidly and turned a horrific papery gray.

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  “Lord Lucius, please release my wife,” he faltered, his hands clasped in

  desperation. “It is important I have her to assist in destroying the angel guardians

  sent to keep the Queen from you. I need her.”

  “Really? Well, that"s all you had to say.” Laughing, Lucius jerked her head up

  right and her slashed throat healed, very slowly.

  Releasing her, Lucius withdrew his snake-like cock from her body. Limply,

  Imrie fell forward, off the bed into Doshar"s arms. Her bones shattered within her

  desiccated shell and her eyes were deathly white. He held her carefully, releasing

  bits of his energy into her fragile form. Now he"d be forced to take down a few

  unsuspecting demons to supply her lost blood and replenish her sinew.

  “Yes, but before you seek out dark beings to feed your bitch, you will do as

  you"ve said and connect me to my Queen.”

  Lucius flashed from the bed and was suddenly behind him. Grabbing the

  nape of his neck, Lucius shoved him forward.

  Doshar dropped Imrie and stumbled over her still body. The side of his face

  met the hard blood soaked mattress.

  “As you are aware, I cannot appear before my Queen unsteady. It will not

  do, and since your wife is no longer useful to me…” Lucius handled the base of his

  elongated cock, which dripped in his wife"s deep colored blood. “Your turn.”

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  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Devil’s Embrace

  From the serene haven of her private studio, Rayne listened to the

  unrelenting rain pound on the roof of her house. The sound of Mother Nature"s

  tears had always soothed and comforted her, but now, even the rain couldn"t

  drown out the chaos in her head.

  Resting on the tear stained keys of the piano, her fingers twitched. Clutched

  in her other hand, the cell phone vibrated and sent tremors up her arm. It"d been

  twittering in her grasp every since she"d turned it on.

  Unable to even glance at it, she kept her eyes zoned in on the award

  cluttered wall through the interior window of the studio. She dragged her fingers

  across the keys. Each note cried out joyously.

  That was it. If the rain couldn"t give her peace, the music would.

  She placed the phone on the bench next to her, cracked her anxious fingers

  then dropped them on the keys. A classical piece entered her mind and traveled

  through her arms. Her lids lowered and the slow, moody melody of Beethoven"s

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  Moonlight Sonata filled the room. Through the music, she released the pain and

  confusion from her mind, along with her salted tears.

  Blood was in the air. The scent was strong and overbearing. It made every

  muscle in her body twitch and her gums throb painfully, but she played on and

  prayed the musical balm would be enough to drown out that part of her too.

  Block it out.

  Piercing screams entered her mind, increasing the aroma, which spelled

  death. It was sickening, yet strangely delicious.

  Demetri, where the hell are you? I need you!

  Grinding her teeth, she strummed harder.

  Again, the phone vibrated. Her fingers fell from the keys. The screams

  stopped, but the scent did not fade. She snatched the phone from the bench and

  glared at it. The voice mail was full. Of course.

  Sliding her trembling finger across the touch screen, she by passed all

  messages, then stopped at Brianna"s. Smiling sadly, she tapped the message to play.

  “The bird has flown the coup. I repeat, the bird has flown the coup. Now I"m

  going home and ice my coochie. I don"t know if you know, but your big brother is

  big every-damn-where. Lawd have mercy…You can"t say I never did anything for

  you. Matter of fact, you can put this here right at the top of the list, „cause ba-by, I

  swear that boy rearranged my damn ovaries. Anyways, you need to call me. Paul"s

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  been blowing up my phone looking for you. You do know you had dance drill

  today, right? Dismount the dick for a hot second and holla atcha bitch.”

  Rayne stared at
the phone, her mouth wide open in shock. It took a second

  for best friend"s words to sink in.

  Brianna slept with Sota!

  With tears streaming down her face, she burst into a fit of tittering laughter,

  delirious from the sudden and welcomed image her crazy friend"s words planted in

  her mind.

  For a moment, she forgot all about the scent of blood and death surrounding

  her, but as soon as she took a breath to laugh again, she was zapped right back

  into the reality of her life. Along with the laugher, her grin fell away.

  She pushed up from the bench, headed out of the studio and dragged her

  feet down the long hallway. Then without thought, she brought the phone to her

  ear. It didn"t ring nor vibrate, but somehow she knew someone was on the other

  end.

  “Narri.”

  “Sharayna, Sota"s here at the airport picking me up. We"re a little over an

  hour out, but we"ll be there as soon as possible.” Narri"s words came out in a rush

  on hard breaths, like she was running. “Sota said you disappeared after the photo

  shoot. Are you with Demetri? ”

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  Whoa, info she didn"t provide. “What—”

  “No questions. We don"t have time for that. Is Demetri with you?”

  “How come you can ask questions and I can"t?”

  “Is he with you, Sharayna?”

  “Think I"d be talking to you if he was with me?”

  “Goodness gracious, child! Just answer the question.”

  “Noo Narri, he"s not here,” she whined. “I went to go see his brother to get

  his address, he told me to come home and wait.”

  “Good. All right honey listen, this is important. You are not to leave the

  house under any circumstances, none what so ever. No one gets in, but Demetri. I

  don"t care if it"s Brianna, Paul or one of your other friends, do not open the door.”

  Narri"s anxiousness came through the phone and stirred with her

  disoriented disposition. Rayne found herself pacing rapidly up and down the

  hallway, her heart beating furiously, her head about to explode.

  “Wait Narri, there"s something I gotta tell you,” she pushed out quickly,

  grabbing at her hair. “Uh, when I, uh, okay, this is messed up, so brace yourself. I