Claiming the Night

by Kathryn Vegas

  “Yes, Mistress.” Joe panted, “I’m sorry-”

  “Don’t be sorry.” Rebecca cut him off. “You are important to me and I would never want to truly hurt you.”

  Joe’s eyes filled with worship, as if she wasn’t the one just torturing him to his breaking point. He loved every minute of the depravity, until the moment the pain became too much. Rebecca stroked his hot throbbing staff. His body jerked in response.

  “It’s your turn. Take what you need now.” She demanded her hand on his cheek.

  Joe indicated he needed a minute to collect himself.

  Rebecca didn’t mean to hurt him tonight, but she had been in such a rage. She heard through a line of gossip that Raphael met with Adam and Sara. The word lifemate had been thrown around. She could barely contain her fury.

  She introduced Adam as her lifemate all those years ago. Everyone knew she was a liar. They must be laughing at her disgrace. He never felt that magical connection to her. You can’t leave your lifemate, the way he left her and now he’d actually found one. The most sacred connection amongst their kind. It was honored above all else.

  Joe was her only outlet for fresh blood at that moment, but she couldn’t be satisfied until it was filled with pain. Thankfully, his proclivities ran dark. He loved Rebecca’s sadistic ways. His cock responded to her every punishment. For him to use the safe word, she knew she had gone too far.

  Rebecca lay against the bed keeping Joe’s dick in her hand slowly stroking him as he recovered his breath. She couldn’t quiet the rioting thoughts racing in circles in her mind. She silently waited for him to be ready to take his turn. She could focus on fulfilling his dark desires.

  Joe opened his eyes, they were hot as embers and any embarrassment for needing to call out their word was gone. He got to his knees, loomed over her, took her nipple between his fingers and pinched as hard as possible. Rebecca could never be hurt by a human’s strength but she knew what he needed to feel empowered.

  Rebecca squirmed away and played the victim perfectly for him. She was nothing, if not an accomplished actress. She took great pride in her ability to transform completely into whoever she wanted someone to believe her to be. She played the part needed to get what she wanted.

  “No, Please!” Rebecca’s fearful moan filled the air.

  She had gone too far with him tonight and this was the only way she knew to say sorry. She would let him live out his dark fantasy to keep his undying loyalty intact.

  Joe grabbed a hand full of her hair and jerked her head against the bed. He let go of the nipple and slapped her face with explosive violence. Rebecca allowed the force of the blow to turn her head. She pushed against him with the slightest amount of her power. A touch too much and he would end up across the room. It took finesse to pull off this game.

  The darkness of Joe’s desires made Rebecca’s clit throb. Her entire body vibrated with the life force of his blood coursing through her veins.

  Joe’s hands encircled her throat.

  She needed this.

  Rebecca crested the snow-covered mountain peak. She stood on top of the world and glanced around. The night sky was clear and the view unobstructed. It was spectacular. The freezing air was sharp inside her lungs. She loved it. This place usually brought her a sense of peace. Standing alone under the expanse of the universe. The understanding of what it took to run up this mountain terrain. She could do it wearing nothing if she so pleased. That she was stronger and more powerful than almost everyone below her, all living their silly little lives.

  There were few activities that thrilled a three-century-old vampire. What possible activity could challenge you in any way when you were immortal? To Rebecca, skiing down a mountain no human skier could even navigate, released the adrenaline she craved. She doubled the speed of any Olympic athlete and sliced down this mountain, dodging obstacles in fractions of a second. It took practice and skill. Many times she had careened off a cliff or crashed into a tree at two hundred miles an hour, sustaining injuries so monumental it took her several days to heal from them.

  The mountain was alive and it changed throughout the years. Rebecca never assumed what would be found each time she returned. The mountain grew and mutated over the decades. Landslides and avalanches changed its face. New trees sprouted and old trees strengthened. Snow built up and drifted in different patterns. Each time she arrived at the summit and blazed a new path to the bottom was a fresh chance to find the life inside herself.

  Collette bounded onto the sheer edge and stood at the precipice beside Rebecca’s silent form. They didn’t exchange words as they dropped their skis and popped their boots into the bindings. The women approached the verge of a hundred-foot inverted drop to the slope below.

  “Race you to the chalet,” Collette challenged

  Rebecca cocked a brow in acceptance and together they pushed forward into a free fall.

  The subzero wind whipped around their plunging bodies. The graceful women landed hard on strong legs. The impact knocked the air from their lungs.

  Pushing every thought of Adam and Sara out of her mind, Rebecca focused on the terrain. She deftly maneuvered avalanche created ravines and swept up drifts that launched her through the air. Arriving at the tree line she dodged evergreens at sickening speeds.

  Collette was not far behind. Her body shot like a speeding bullet and seemed to scarcely touch the snowpack.

  Rebecca’s lead diminished as Collette gained ground. She threatened to overtake her and win. Rebecca weaved back and forth, throwing off Collette’s momentum. A smile widening on her face. This was a game they would never stop playing. Collette anticipated her defensive tactic and got a lucky shot in sweeping one leg out from under Rebecca.

  Rebecca didn’t go down easily. She made sure to take Collette with her. Rebecca caught Collette by the arm. They tumbled together, wildly sliding end over end. They lost their skis in the process. The fall would have definitely made it onto one those most epic ski blooper videos.

  Laughter bubbled from the women as they latched onto each other both putting on the brakes. Their descent slowed to a manageable sliding speed.

  “You dirty little cheating bitch.” Rebecca said between gasping laughter. “I was going to win!”

  Collette cackled.

  Rebecca composed herself and glanced at her friend. They had spent centuries together and nothing would ever come between them. She knew how powerful they could be together. The downfall to the plan to take out Adam had been their separation.

  “It’s good to hear you laugh again,” said Collette as their bodies finally came to a stop. “It’s so rare these days that we get to have any fun.”

  Truer words had never been spoken. Their time together through the centuries had been magnificent. In the seventeen-hundreds, they could enter a country village wreak havoc and do it all with absolutely no consequences. Every town would come up with their own explanation for all the mysterious deaths, anything from a witch’s curse to demonic possessions. All the while Collette and Rebecca had gluttoned themselves on the villagers and taken anything they pleased. They had collected wealth along with their blood.

  Rebecca and Collette continued much the same through the centuries, before technology and communications increased in sophistication. They had to move further and further into the third world to decimate a village. But could still easily feast on the underbelly of cities, where so many humans go unwanted and are easily disposable.

  The Elders took everything from them. They took away the rights from the individuals for the good of the collective. Twenty years ago, life as they knew it came crashing down around them. Vampires who did not comply were eliminated and in fear of her life she bent to their will. She gave up everything that brought her joy. She had conformed for two decades. Even bringing in the poster boy of the new world.

  Rebecca had lived with Adam as a perfect example of a reformed vampire. They lived in a mansion and traveled the world. Adam had never even bitten a human
being and seemingly barely had an inkling to try. He was moral and mentally stable. The Elders marveled at what the newly turned could become. Vampires could live in harmony with humans.

  Rebecca had killed sparingly, in secret, covering her tracks from the prying eyes of the Elders and Adam. She had been forced to drink out of plastic blood bags from healthy willing donors. It disgusted her. She refused to drink another drop of the swill and found a black market vendor. She still had to drink from plastic, but at least it had the flavor of despair. She knew she wasn’t alone.

  She would find out which vampires were buying from her supplier. She would rally a revolution, but first she would take care of the most recent insult to her very soul.

  “Things are about to change.” Rebecca stated, her amber eyes glinted with an evil intent.

  Collette studied Rebecca’s determined features and asked, “Do you have a plan?”

  “We’re going to kill them all.” Rebecca vowed.

  The end of this episode, but this love story will continue.

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