by Sasha Satori
Valentina
Consciousness slowly seeps into my sleepy mind. My eyes still too tired to open, I hear a door close shut, then a lock turn. "Fabio, don’t you dare take my new lip gloss I just bought," I groggily mumble still half asleep. I inhale deeply, the most intoxicating scent of cedar, bergamot, leather and a almost dark moon night essence sprinkled with the most tingle inducing pheromones', it has my ovaries chanting ‘gimme, gimme, gimme'. My eyes slowly open like the sun rising, memories of my crazy dream come back to me in rush. A strange dream kidnapped and being whipped with Axels hot tongue. I dreamily sigh, and my arm reaches for my Hello Kitty doll. My arm just touches my bare mattress, I sit up to look around, where the fuck am I? I take in my extravagant surroundings, dark royal blue silk wallpaper walls, highly polished dark wood furniture, Axels room. Oh shit. Not. A. Dream. "'Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore'…" I mumble to myself. I scramble out of bed, there are no windows in here, I look down and see I am still in my pink nightie. I remember him saying something in a weird language and then it was lights out for me. That perv better not have copped a feel. I need to find a way to let Fabio and Gemma know I'm okay. How long have I been asleep for? I go to the door and start pounding on it, no answer. Just as my black tendrils are about to help me tear these doors down, a knock suddenly sounds from the other side. The door lock unhitches, a mid-forties looking vampire glides in, "Hello, Ms. Valentina, my name is Sebastian, I am the king’s senior butler. Our King, requests your presence to dine with, I am to see you into your new chambers and have your maids assist with your bathing and dressing." Interesting. Axel is going with good cop, bad cop mood swing psychology. First kidnap, then wine and dine. "Is that so, Sebs? Last I checked I didn’t have a king, and between being rudely abducted whilst sleeping peacefully and having to do hard labor cleaning hazardous body fluids, it is with great pleasure that I am so inclined to deny your kings request. You can take me to my new digs, I could go for a shower." Hopefully, I can piss off ol' Sebs here enough so he can beg Axel to 'free the annoying human'. "Ms. Valentina, please, my name is Sebastian. I may have misspoken, King Axel, requests nothing, he commands your presence. I was informed that you have two friends which you live with. May I warn you; it is in their best interest you do not go against our master. He is quite notorious for first killing the loved ones of those who tests his patience. Come with me, Abigail and Sierra are your handmaids, and are awaiting you."
"Well Sebs, your master already threatened me with that. I basically told him to go fuck himself and he seemed to take my advice quite literally. Hence, his ruined old, expensive rug. I guess Killers United has gone soft. All you guys keep saying is you'll kill the people I love. What ever happened to water boarding, sticking needles under my nails, hot wax to the titties…hmmm, maybe I am giving you ideas, let me shut up now. Take me to my chambers, Sebs, I'm over this convo." Sebs, jaw tightens, his voice as smooth as a hunk of rusted metal, "This way." He grits out between clenched jaw, he turns and walks out. I smile and follow. We walk through extravagant halls, priceless artwork on the walls, antiques on ornate pedestals. Dim lighting gives the dark royal blue silk textured walls a definite masculine yet creepy vibe. Axel definitely was the decorator. All it needs is blood splashes on the wall, to really capture Axels full essence. We pass several doors, and butler boy finally opens large double doors, inside I see two women fluffing pillows and organizing clothing in drawers. "Abigail, Sierra, this is your lady, Ms. Valentina. See her bathed, groomed and finely dressed to dine with the king in two hours." They both bow to him. Sebs turns to walks out, not before mean mugging me. I stick my tongue out at him and give him a haughty smile. "Bye, Sebby!" I mockingly sing song. The doors slam shut loudly. I can’t help it; I break out into a slightly hysteric laugh. Once my laughter calms down, I face my handmaids, "Soo, Abigail and Sierra, I ain't no lady or misses. Call me Valentina. Are you girls abducted humans as well?" They giggle. "I am Sierra, and this is Abigail. We are lucky to be here. We are protected, well fed, clothed and housed, what more could a human dream of in a world such as this?" 'Not having to work for pompous vampire assholes' is on the tip of my tongue, but why steal these poor girls’ sunshine. "Yeah, if you say so. I just want to set a couple boundaries, I can bath myself, wipe my own ass and dress myself, you girls can have a night off, assuming it is night since vampy butler is awake. Don’t forget to cheers to me when its toasting time with your strawberry mojitos." A horrified look crosses their faces. "Please no, my lady! They will think we did something wrong. Our position is highly sought after, we would end up in the stable cleaning or as human donors. Please, allow us to assist you!" I have always been a sucker for a sob story. These girls seem nice enough, who am I to mess with their job security. "Fine."
After my delectable hot bath, with delicious vanilla extract oils and rose petals, I feel as fresh as a newborn baby daisy. I mean… a kidnapped, held by a savage vampire king, newborn baby daisy. Semantics are important at the moment. Abigail and Sierra did try to cop a field a few times, I told them I could clean my nether regions just fine. Now Abigail is cinching my gowns silk satin ribbons on my back, it has what looks like real gold as the exterior corset boning all throughout the torso area, the long, vibrant aubergine skirt flows like liquid with its full vibrant sheen. High slits go up the middle of each of my legs up to my hip bone, definite harlot queen vibes, my honey pot will probably be flashing unsuspecting victims. My breasts are also scantily clad. They are barely covered by the plunging neckline that drops between my breast to just past my navel. The gown is stunning, elegant and classic, but most definitely bold in its carnal display. Not much is left to the imagination. Sierra is twining what looks like small beads of pink garnets and deep purple amethyst gemstones throughout my long, loosely curled golden chestnut hair. The way my hair flows down my back past my waist makes me happy I never chopped it off for the sake of practicality. I peruse myself over in the full body mirror, my reflection is so foreign, like a stranger looking in from the other side of the looking glass. Gems adorn my hair and gown, they twinkle in the light, like prismatic little stars. I look like a carefree queen of a distant realm, dressed in aubergine silk and gems, as if my biggest worry is what type of biscuits to serve at my posh tea party, not my reality of fighting for survival, killing Z-landers, vampires and humans who would kill my friends and I.
"All done, my lady! You are a natural beauty. Absolutely stunning!" Abigail cheerfully announces. "Yes, you are! Our king has never shown such interest in any female. Many women have tried peaking his interest, but not one has succeeded, at least not that I know of. Oh, what I would do to land our vampire king, imagine being spoiled, protected and carnally loved by such a handsome man." Sierra dreamily sighs. I dramatically gag, "You girls, are going to make me barf on this lovely gown talking crazy like that. I think you cinched your dresses a tad bit too tight. You are just experiencing delusions caused by lack of oxygen to the brain." Abigail giggles, "Don’t be coy, my lady. Obviously, you have done something to earn his rapt attention. We are only a little jealous, mostly happy for you though." My mouth drops and does its best impersonation of choking fish out of water, "Done something to earn his rapt attention?" I ask rhetorically, in an outraged voice. "Actually, I suppose I did. I shot him with a silver bullet in the foot, smashed his man nuggets to kingdom come, called him vile, mean names… threatened him with a tragic, tortuous death by suffocation by dirty vag queef, delightfully ruined his expensive rug… oh, and I back talk him worse than a pre-pubescent, rebellious teen. That is what I have done. I can't help if he is a freak and thinks that’s a special kind of mating call!" I swear these girls, are really ruffling my feathers with their crazy talk. "You jest! Surely, you are over embellishing?" I wish I was. "Nope, no embellishments. Why do you girls talk like old school courtesans? So proper. Doesn't matter, hang out with me enough and I'll teach you important modern women life skills. Like belching your ABC's, how to be nice nasty to your fren-enemies, perfecting
your resting bitch face and throwing eff bombs to win arguments… that's if I'm still alive at the end of the week. Axels mood swings faster than the pendulum of death. Currently, that pendulum swings to the beat of my insult slinging mouth. He must be going through hormonal changes, maybe manopause? If only he was an ugly, saggy balled dude with a beer belly, just needing a shiny red Lamborghini to bring meaning to his lame life. I could really stand behind that. Maybe rub his belly for luck as I whisper in his ear, that everything will be alright…you know what I mean?"
A knock on the door sounds, in walks my brother from another mother, Sebs, "Good, you look acceptable. Follow me," he says as he walks back out of the room. I wink at Abigail and Sierra, "Goodbye my pretties, thank you for all your help. Now go enjoy your strawberry mojitos, guilt-free." I say as I rush to catch up with Sebby. I pick up my full skirts, my high heels click clacking, this attire is extremely impractical. I'm on his heels in the next moment, like a chihuahua with a grudge, "Acceptable? As if, I look like a delectable peach, maybe plum, since I'm wearing aubergine. Don’t be jelly, Sebs. It's quite unbecoming. I can lend you some of my powdered glitter, you can bedazzle your cute little man nuggets…well, more accurately for you, budding little glittered grapes. Maybe, even spritz some yummy grape body spray, kind of like scratch and sniff. It'll be our little secret, isn’t that right, friend?" Sebs, turns abruptly and one second to the next, is in my face, his hands grab me by my arms in a painful bruising grip, "I am six hundred and fifty six years old, you stupid child! Shut your mouth before I sew it shut!-" My magic sparks to life, usually strong emotions brings it to the surface, faster than a beach ball under water. My eyes lock on his mouth and my magic wills it sealed, no incantations needed. Dark tendrils come forth as I push my hand against his chest, which is pressed against me. He violently flies backward and hits the wall with a loud thud, completely immobile. The ghostly, black tendrils appear as vines, insidious, and intangible to the touch. The more he struggles, the better my dark vines tighten. A wicked smirk adorns my face, my magic brings out my dark side at times, well, most of the time. I don't entirely like where my emotions lean when using magic. My parents would have run scared if they had ever seen me like this. What the hell am I?... this side of me that can kill, and revels in the void the darkness brings. Although, even in the thickest of my magic thrall, I would never hurt any innocents, this dark magic side of me is mostly triggered by those who would prey on those weaker than them or harm people I care about. It's my pet peeve, I guess I'm kind of like a hot version of Joan of Arc, but with a dystopian twist. This old vampire, getting touchy with a seemingly human girl, yeah, he is definitely needing a splash of dark magic to spank his ass and call him Sebby.
I mockingly laugh, "Sebby, for being older than dirt, you must have forgotten your manners. After all, you dare lay your hands on a lady.. or was it a stupid child?" I slowly sashay an inch from him, his eyes are as big as saucers, I can see him squirming to get free of his full body paralysis. I lift my hand up to his face, and my medium length nails grow into onyx razor sharp tipped claws, I press the tips against his chest, where his black heart lays, and whisper, "Your kind relishes preying on the weak. How weak do you feel now, Sebby boy? A stupid child, has you pinned like an annoying little fly, immobile, unable to speak.." I slowly push my nails into his chest, small blackish, red drops, drip down his white shirt like molasses. "I may have to borrow one of your bosses moves, and show you how easily the predator can become the prey… from one undead heart beat…to your undead heart in my hands.." loud, staccato clapping, has my head turning to the source. Axel. Dressed in black slacks and a silk aubergine long sleeved, dress shirt, the same color as my gown. He is leaning against the wall in the dimmed hallway, with a Christmas morning smile on his face. "Bravo! What a show! Valentina, you make me want to weep with blood tears of happiness. Once I heard the commotion, I thought I was going to have to rescue my little damsel in distress. Seems you have triggered one of my most trusted, patient servants vampiric temper. Quite the accomplishment, my heart. Normally, Sebastian would be well in his right to brutally murder those who would dare speak so vilely of 'bedazzling his man nuggets', or was it his 'budding, little, glittered grapes'?" Axel laughs, although his laughter gives me goosebumps, it most definitely sounds like violence accompanies it. "You though, are under my protection," he snarls, and turns to Sebs, "you knew that, Sebastian!" Axel roars, with spittle flying out. Axel lifts his finger and snaps twice, two vampires appear from the dark, dimmed hallway behind him. My dark tendrils of magic release their hold of Sebs, as they approach him and grab him by the arms. "My liege! Please, let me explain-", in a blink Axel has traced in front of Sebs with sniper speed and violent hurricane force, Axel punches him in the face, blood splatter spots cover the front of Axels shirt. I feel light warm mist droplets on my bare décolletage. Sebs jaw goes at a very unnatural angle and hangs down, as his head snaps backwards like a brittle fig in winter. "Silence! Two hundred years of torture and recurrent deaths is your punishment, for daring to lay your motherfucking finger on what is mine! I spare your life only because of your many years of service, take him to the dungeon!" The guards and Sebs are gone in the next second. I really have a hard time with their dizzying speed, it makes me feel like I just imagined them there.
Axel prowls to me, a predator in his feral glory. He looks at me from top to bottom with an untamed hunger. His hand grips my wrist that has my sharp claw nails, "Your beauty and magnetism is unmatched by any seductress, your bravery and fierceness, unmatched by any warrior goddess. Valentina…my valiant, little one. You were made for me, and I for you." He says as his silver pupils swirl, a heady, intense stare, which seems to devour me, hold me frozen. The whites of his eyes begin to glow bright green, like phosphorescence on steroids. I feel the dangerous, feral being just under the surface. Hungry…no starving…for me. His other hand firmly grips the hair at the base of my neck, as his lips descend on mine. The same instant feeling of my blood fizzing like the most intoxicating champagne, has me kissing him back with the same fervor. His tongue enters my mouth as it seductively laves mine, his intensity increasing, as his hunger remains unquenched. I feel his fangs descend as one of them nicks my bottom lip. The copper taste hits my palette, I can’t bring myself to care. My other arm reaches out and yanks Axel by his hair, deeper into our kiss. A guttural moan escapes his lips, a burning desire resonating clear. I'm mouth fucking the vampire king. That thought breaks through my hazy lust fogged mind faster than a runaway train breaking through a thick fog. I break away from the kiss, turning my head sideways. He growls at the sudden loss of contact, as he reaches back for more. I give him a hard push back, which doesn’t budge him at all. Our fast breathing loud in the silence. The chemistry between us is undeniable. Even if every part of Axels lifestyle and species repel me. Axel is a dangerous Cobra that for some reason is hypnotized by me, and I, the stupid human craving this connection, while waiting for the day he inevitably bites me. I clear my suddenly dry throat, "I am actually kind of peckish, let’s eat. Poor Sebs, he just messed with me when I was feeling a little hangry, I'm sure you know the feeling. Two hundred years of torture and recurrent deaths, seems…a little much." I say as a lame attempt to downplay our steamy make out session. Axel still with a blazing hungry need on his face, places my hand which he has in his grip, under his elbow onto his forearm as we walk to dinner. It’s a very chivalrous gesture, that goes with him as well as a pink tutu does. "Sebastian knew you are mine, and under my protection. He is old enough to not rise to your goading." I turn to look up at him, "Well, if that’s your logic, you rise to my goading all the time, and your older than him. Also, it’s worth mentioning, the only thing I am of yours, is your captive, for the moment anyways." Axel stops walking, to look down at me, "Just a moment ago your mouth opened to me just as a blooming rose in the heat of spring. It’s only a matter of time before your legs do the same." Why that arrogant ass! He continues, "As for Sebastian, I am the fucking vampire
king, I do what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want, and to whom the fuck I want to do it to. Your mine. Mine to hold captive, mine to hurt, mine to wine and dine, mine to…explore every inch of…" he bends down to sensually whisper the last part into my ear. I feel a little breathless, must be the tight corset gown, definitely not me remembering that hot breath licking up my- "Was that enough fuck bombs to win this argument?" he finishes, in a challenging voice, I just imparted that wisdom to Abigail and Sierra… "Seriously Axel, do I need to add stalking me like a pervy voyager to your list of unredeemable, vile qualities? I can't even have girl talk, without you listening in like it’s your weekly soap opera. Your sewing circle gossip must be pretty dull and boring if your resorting your kingly time listening to a burrito and taco conversation, that was nachos." He flashes a devilish smirk and leans his head down at me, "I have something you could rub for luck, as I whisper in your ear, that everything will be okay… if you suck it harder." I give a sour face, "Your definitely are horny enough to be going through menopause. Do they make a vampire version of Viagra?" He leans down and slowly licks the side of my neck, where my jugular feels like its beating in rhythm to my racing heart. He stills at my neck, and whispers, "You will be screaming to the spires, in pleasure so white hot it hurts. Your body will quiver and culminate until your spirit shatters. The spirit that rises from the dust, will be worshipping my cock with the veneration of priestess worshipping her deity in his temple. So no, my minx, I'll be fucking you all the way to heaven, then down to the fiery pits of hell, until your mouth is so sore from sucking my cock that it can’t utter one insolent, foul mouth word." That sounded like a threat, a challenge…a promise. One that I am all too eager to explore. "Axel, if your ego gets any bigger, it may just suffocate me with our proximity. Really, you lost me at the venerating cock part. All bark, just like a little chihuahua." I take the sissy way out and quickly change the subject before he rebuttals, "Are we almost at dinner? I feel like this place should have rest stops. My insolent, foul mouth, is parched." He is looking at me like he wants to do the horizontal tango, right here, right now. "Just through here," he rasps out, as he guides me through a very ornate set of double doors.