Chapter Seven ~Serenity~

I stepped into the pitch darkness of my master's room, my eyes adjusting to the blackened space with fine precision.

“My lor—” the breath rushed from my body as something firm slapped across my face, a sting setting in after the shock of the blow.

“Why do you test me?” my master's angry voice growled. I turned my face back to catch that steely crimson gaze. He could never keep up his glamoured appearance when angry. “You're lucky that boy is more interested in your body than what comes from your mouth.”

“I fail to see a problem then,” I answered with the defiance he had accused me of.

An amused smirk passed over his lips, the disobedient response igniting desire inside him that reflected in those blood red pools. He turned away removing his shirt to tease that part of me that lusted after his perfect body. My gaze traced the contours of his toned muscles that covered his back, rich sun-kissed mounds that rippled and shifted with overwhelming power. It made me shudder.

“Still that boy is going to be a problem. We have to deal with him swiftly.”

“The boy is an idiot. We needn't worry about him,” I assured him, but he didn't appear to be put at ease with my response.

“Idiots can be dangerous. We already have enough problems to focus on, we do not need another.” His tone seemed stressed and aggravated, a small part of me felt for him. “His head is full of drive for advancement, maybe we should allow the boy the honor of joining us?” My master glanced at me over his shoulder offering a devilish grin. He knew I would not approve, creating more like him, like the others that served him was something I wished on no one.

“He would never survive the process,” I replied, which was not a complete lie. “Yes, he has a mind for advancing but the boy is weak. He is not strong enough to complete the change.”

Vondorian gave a shrug of his shoulders and went to the wardrobe, pulling the doors open and busying himself in the mess of clothes. He might not have said it, but he knew I was right. Becoming a vampire was not a simple process and the success rate was limited. Only one of every seven strong youthful people survived the transformation. The rest died. Some perished from the pain, others from the spike in adrenaline, and the least common yet most horrific, their bodies split apart. The rapid muscle growth too extreme for their skin to contain.

“Then again…we could use him,” I added. “The boy is a letch. I could easily seduce him as Victoria watches, it would crush the girl to the point of complete submission,” I suggested which received a threatening growl that shook me to my core.

I had never heard him make a more threatening sound. He spun toward me, threw my body up against the wall, and pressed against me.

“If another so much as touches you I shall condemn them to a fate far worse than death!” His words were laced with jealous venom. I had never witnessed such a thing coming from him.

Over the last century I had noticed his over-protective nature toward me, the possessiveness he reflected in everyday interactions between the other vampire lords. I had thought it was due to another lord trying to claim me as his underling. I was in high demand in the vampire nation, but this reaction was shocking. Since when did he care who I slept with?

“You are mine, Serenity,” he said drawing a long strand of my hair from behind the slight point of my ear. He brought the satin strand to his nose, making a deep inhale as he closed his eyes. A hesitated breath left his lips and he drew in my scent again twisting the hair around his finger. When he opened his eyes there was something different, a look that went far beyond desire or lust. It burned through me with intense yearning and my body flooded with arousal. “Remember that.”

How could I forget?

“Only through blood,” I challenged, my mortal voice of reason finding a way through the feelings that stirred inside me. Vondorian's chilled lips formed into a cocky smirk, the strand of hair falling from his grasp. His sharp pointed nail traced along the line of my jaw scraping at the flesh, sending a thrill that coursed from the spot and into the depths of my darkest desires. The creature inside roared to life as my body heated.

“For now,” he whispered, teasing his breath against my lips, “At least.”

He leaned closer, the bitter vanilla unique to him overtook me, brushing those cold lips against mine he sent my body into a quivering frenzy of need. The whispers inside my mind, his whispers, returned in a flurry of sexual promises.

“But for now I have a task that requires your attention.” The seduction in his voice echoed in my ears. “Yes?”

“Yes, what?”

I knew what he wanted, I had been avoiding the title this whole time, never once giving him the satisfaction of hearing it come from my defiant tongue. It was a word I used to say without thought, it was like taking a breath, so natural when it came out of my mouth.

“Say it!” he growled, his lips gliding across my own sending the heat of my blood downward, readying me for all the promises he whispered inside my head. Chilled breath moved from my lips across the line of my jaw, and ended at my ear where he nipped with a fang. A sharp spark of pain tickled my senses and then melted into the most torturous tease. “Say it,” he whispered again, softer this time and I couldn’t refuse.

“Yes, Master,” I moaned as his lips teased against the side of my neck, so aware of his bare chest brushing against me and his hand that worked at the buttons of my top. The small copper fastening branded with his crest seemed to undo themselves at his command.

“Lord Davros. I want him... dealt with,” he commanded forcing his knee between my legs and putting pressure against my wet sex. I groaned under his taunting actions. “Use the sensitive, make it look interesting.”

“Yes, Master.” the word fell from my mouth without the disobedient hesitation from before.

His lips pressed against my neck again and this time suckled at the flesh, a shiver rushed through my body and I was lifted up. His strong grasp at my bare waist, flesh on flesh. When did my shirt become undone? A wayward thought that disappeared the second my hands gripped at his shoulders, moaning from the exquisite feel of his luxurious body.

“Tell me what you want Serenity,” he seduced me further. “Grant me this pleasure,” he requested.

My body already in a fury of heated arousal, the words sat on the tip of my tongue. He only needed permission, I just had to consent. An easy thing to grant with a few short words. They formed on my tongue ready to spill over my lips as his fingers slid into the waist of my pants.

I want this.

Pain seared through my chest, burned at my flesh and flushed the sexual need from my body. My grip tightened on my master's shoulders and I pushed him away with the full feeling of panic that had suddenly gripped me.

There it was again as I sat panting on the floor, that sense of doom weighed heavy on me like my submission to him would put an end to more than just this centuries long desire. He stood a few feet from my half naked and trembling figure, looking down at my shaken form with seething rage. I braced for the pain.