0 comments/ 7977 views/ 1 favorites The End of an Eternity Ch. 03 By: StormyDreams edited by GeekAngel * Part III: Awakening Dalia lie awake, blindfolded, trying to feel, to understand the changes in her body. She first noticed the silence of her heart. While alive, she never noticed its constant rhythm. Now its absence was deafening. Her fingers felt cold, but not numb. She could feel the very air currents rushing around them as if a gale force wind was gushing through the room. Besand removed Dalia's blindfold. She blinked repeatedly. The faint purple glow around the edge of her curtains burned her eyes. She brought up her hand to shield them. "Is it this bright to you, Master?" "No, Dalia. It is instinct that makes you fear the light. It is quite harmless like this, and as your mind understands that, so your eyes will adjust." Dalia rose from the bed and walked over to the mirror on her vanity. She wanted to examine her new self. Besand laughed. "I have never seen my eyes, young child. You shan't either." Dalia frowned into the empty mirror. She turned to face Besand. She started to speak, but Besand hushed her with a motion of his hand. He made another motion, and she felt her legs buckle. She could not help but to kneel before Besand. Her eyes cast themselves at her master's feet. "Now listen to me." "You were blessed, as well as cursed, last night. You are stronger than any mortal, faster than any animal. You are time's mistress; she cannot touch you. Soon you will learn to fly, to drift, to charm, and to kill. But remember this. You are my possession until I choose to release you. You are weaker than I, slower than I, and you are my slave. Though you have lost your mortality, you can still die and it would be far greater a death then anything you ever could have imagined or experienced as a mortal. The moment you forget that, die you will. Nod if you understand me, Dalia." She did. "Now look at me." She lifted her eyes. Besand pupils were slits lying amidst ruby irises. She had never seen him like this. Fear coursed through her still veins. There was no going back, she told herself. She was now pledged to this demon of a man, for better or for worse. Not that that should matter, for she too was a demon herself. "Are you thirsty my love?" Dalia nodded her head in agreement. "Then stay here. Do not leave the house." Besand looked at the bed. The sheets were covered in Dalia's spilt blood. "Change the sheets before I return." Besand walked over to his kneeling slave. He touched her cheek, and then silently walked out of the room. Dalia sighed and rose from her knees. She stripped the bed throwing the sheets into the hamper. She wasn't sure why she bothered. They were ruined. Then it occurred to her that she couldn't live here anymore. Where would she go? It didn't matter. Besand would take care of her. She opened the closet and pulled a set of dark red sheets from a shelf. Absently, she made the bed. Her thirst was growing rapidly. She finished tucking in the sheets and walked into the bathroom. She jumped slightly when she looked into the empty glass above the sink. Strange. It would take some getting used to. She filled a cup full of water and drank greedily. It did nothing to satisfy her. All she could do was wait. Dalia returned to the bedroom and stretched her naked body out on the bed. She closed her eyes and ran her hands along her body. Each touch of her fingertips felt like little sparks of electricity. She wriggled around on the bed and giggled. Hugging the pillow, her giggles turned to mad laughter. Despite her new state, she felt more alive than she ever had. Her fear now gone, she had no regrets. The door downstairs opened, and she heard a woman's laughter. She sprang from the bed and grabbed a silk robe from the closet. Then she sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. Besand entered followed by a tall blonde woman. She was wearing a short, leather skirt, high heels, and a very loose sleeveless tee shirt. She wore more makeup than a painting. "Tina, this is Dalia." Besand said. Tina turned to Besand. "She can watch for free, hon, but anything more will cost you." "Money is not a problem, Tina." "Ok then. Hi Dalia." Dalia just waved back. She felt out of place all of a sudden. Besand smiled at her and sat on the edge of the bed. Tina straddled him. She pulled off her shirt and pulled his head in between her large breasts. He began to run his tongue over her flesh. "You like these, honey? Ouch," Tina giggled. "Don't bite them so hard, you devil." Tina pulled off Besand's shirt and pushed him back on the bed. She lifted her arms up around her head then leaned forward on his chest. Dalia felt her cunt moisten with excitement. She wondered if Besand would fuck this woman in front of her. Tina was now kneeling by the bedside, pulling Besand's pants off. She took his limp cock into her mouth and sucked him to erection. Dalia watched Tina's head slide up and down on Besand's thick member. After a few minutes, Besand pulled Tina onto the bed beside him. As she was unzipping her skirt, Besand's voice echoed through Dalia's head. Come to me. Dalia walked over to the bed and climbed in beside Tina. Tina smiled and slipped Dalia's robe from her shoulders. Tina cupped a hand around Dalia's breast and kissed her neck. Dalia fell back, Tina falling with her, peppering Dalia's body with kisses. Dalia's hands encircled Tina's body as she let Tina stimulate her newborn senses. Besand suddenly grabbed Tina's shoulders turning her around to face him. As Tina gazed into his eyes, her composure began to change. She seemed to melt and succumb to some unspoken wish. Her eyes seemed to glaze slightly as she stared straight ahead seeing past Besand. Tina laid back onto Dalia. Dalia reached around her body caressing her heaving breasts. Besand leaned over to the nightstand and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. Tina only responding to Dalia's caress, seemed not to even notice as the metal of the cuffs clicked around her wrist, securing her to the bed. With Tina laying helplessly on top of Dalia, unable and unwilling to move, Besand positioned himself between the two women's legs. With a single stroke, Tina's body jerked with pleasure as he entered her. He then withdrew and thrust himself inside Dalia. The sensation was overpowering. She could feel every movement as Besand filled her. It was so new, so fulfilling. She felt timeless and ethereal as Besand made love to her. She clutched Tina's body tightly, wrapping her legs around those of her prey. Besand's voice spoke to her mind again. Watch me and learn, my sweet. Dalia opened her eyes, and saw Besand's mouth open. He licked Tina's neck as his fangs grew slowly from his gums. When they were fully extended, he plunged them into Tina's flesh. Tina jerked suddenly and moaned loudly. Dalia watched Besand as he drank thirstily, his cock still buried deep inside her, she felt the waves of an orgasm fast approaching. She drew her lips to Tina's shoulder on the opposite side of her neck from Besand. She licked the length of her collarbone, feeling the new teeth start to fill her mouth. She opened wide and let her instincts guide her to Tina's artery. Dalia bit down and tasted the sweet lifeblood of her victim. She held Tina tightly, and let her life empty into her throat. Besand and Dalia drank together during their lovemaking, feeling their life replenished. Tina's body became heavy as it hung limply from the restraints, her pulse faint. Besand pulled Dalia out from under Tina's nearly lifeless body, and carried her to the far wall where he resumed their lovemaking standing with her legs entwined around his waist. Dalia felt as if her orgasms would go on forever. Long minutes passed with Besand forcing her into the wall with every thrust. He came. She held his rigid body tight. Spent, he set her on the floor. She sighed. Besand walked over to Tina. Dalia opened her eyes and looked up. "Is she dead?" Dalia asked. "Not yet, does that bother you?" Dalia thought on it then shook her head. "No." "In time, you will learn to control yourself so you need not kill your human." "Why does it matter?" Besand replied, "It will. You will likely fall in love many times with humans over the next century. You may even want to bring some to the night." Dalia smiled. "Like me, Master?" "Yes, like you." He felt Tina's pulse. She was gone. Besand stepped away from the bed, looking into Dalia's direction as an instant thought came to mind. "Gather one small bag of clothes. We are going to London." "To live Master?" "No my beloved pet, so you can meet the others who are like us." (To be continued...) The End of an Eternity Ch. 04-05 Part IV: Reminiscing Besand was fondly day dreaming. That time was so far away and so long ago, yet it seemed strangely close all of a sudden. Besand wondered for a moment if he was making a mistake sitting out on this hill waiting for the sun to claim his life. He sighed and stared out to the horizon. Not even a hint of color betrayed the sun below the hills in the distance. A deep, masculine, voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts. "You have about 15 minutes by my watch, Besand". Besand turned to see his friend Raegis approach from the glade Dalia flew into. He was wearing his typical attire: a tight fitting black, wool turtleneck, and tight black pants. The only hint of color about him was a small patch of red above his right hand. It was the tail end of a serpent tattooed on his arm. "15 minutes, then you burn up like a cinder." Besand didn't answer. Raegis sat down beside him and slapped an arm on his shoulder. "You think it hurts much, Besand? I'll bet it fucking hurts worse than anything I've ever felt. I'll bet you can feel each cell catch fire like little bits of paper where each ray of sunlight stabs you like a rusty knife all the way through, twisting—" "If you think you're going to stop me, Raegis, you're wrong." Raegis laughed. "Next you'll feed me some line about welcoming the pain, like it will cleanse your soul or some crap like that." "Did Dalia tell you where I was?" Raegis chuckled and nodded. "She doesn't want you to go. She's—" "She's a jealous little girl." "Oh come on, Besand, give her some credit. She impressed the entire circle." Besand turned to look at him. "And why do you think?" Raegis laughed again. "There's no denying that your little pet is an incredible fuck, Besand, but really. I mean it. She had something." "She was cold hearted and selfish." Raegis nodded. "Thank you, Besand. That's right. Best prospect I've seen in a long time." Besand turned his head. "I think you're out here because you've forgotten what you are. Besand, we're shunned, hated, feared, and not because we're a bunch of cute animals. We're predators, Besand, merciless killers. You can't change that. Suzy can't change that. Nothing can change that. You have to accept who you are, Besand." Besand remained silent, but hung his head slightly lower. Raegis continued. "Come on. Unless you initiated Suzy, she would have died long before your end. It's time for you to move on. Dalia—" Besand hissed. "Dalia did you wrong. She deserves to be punished. Punish her. The circle will pass a poor judgment on her. It'll be like that time, after you brought her to London, when she killed that lord's son." Besand managed a grin. Part V: Punishment Dalia stood proudly before the Circle. She stared straight through the Master without seeing him. He sat hunched over in his chair, a heavy, dark cloak shrouding his face. Her dark eyes were cold. The slits of her pupils were open wide and her fangs bare. She stood in the middle of the Circle, a group of four men and a woman. They had lived centuries before her, and served as her clan's authority on all matters. At this moment, she considered them all to be fools. Well, all save one. Besand, her master, sat with the Circle. Most everyone respected him. She would serve him until he felt it proper to release her from his tutorage. The Master spoke. "Dalia, you stand before us—" "I know what I did, and—" "Silence!" He coughed. A shadowy figure approached from behind him and laid a delicate white hand on his shoulder. He pushed it aside. Dalia wondered how many others lay in the shadows beyond the Circle. Her eyes strained to see, but dancing torchlight obscured her vision. "You will speak only when addressed! Is that understood?" "Yes, master." The Master grumbled. "This is yours, Besand?" "Indeed." The Master chuckled. "You have to pick the feisty ones, don't you. More fail under you." The woman in the Circle laughed. "Full of energy, Besand's underlings are. Full of spirit. Many of us lose that as soon as our consummation. Not Besand's. Many fail, but the ones who succeed go on to greatness. I usually applaud your choices, Master Besand, but this Dalia seems too bull headed for her own good." "Indeed, Sophia," Besand agreed. "What say you Raegis?" The hooded man to Dalia's left raised his head. "You know I'm fond of her Besand. But there are rules. You can't just kill the most important people in London. People take notice of that sort of thing, and then it's the 600's all over again." "But he—" Dalia interjected. "Silence, ungrateful girl!" the Master yelled. He made an almost imperceptible gesture with his hands. Dalia heard brisk footsteps approach from behind her. She didn't dare turn around. They roughly grabbed the dress around her shoulders and tore the fabric down to her feet. She struggled to stay standing. One of them cut the bikini around her waist leaving her completely naked in front of the Circle. A strong hand from one of the men behind her forced her to her knees. "You will respect me, especially in my hall!" He began coughing again. She heard Besand's voice telling her to be quiet. She cast her eyes down to the floor. "Don't help her, Besand," the Master spoke. "She won't always have you by her side. She must learn obedience." "You're correct, sire," Besand said. "She will learn." "So what shall we do? I don't think the authorities will find his body," Raegis said. "We couldn't have been luckier," Sophia added. "He often disappears months at a time on excursions with whatever delicacy he happens to fancy that week. No one will notice him for a long time. When they do, they'll all shake their heads and assume he finally got his." Dalia breathed. The final member of the circle spoke with a reptilian voice. The hair on Dalia's neck curled as he spoke. Besand scowled. "Then she need only suffer a lesson of humility and take away from all this a reminder of our mercy." Raegis exchanged a glance with Besand. Sophia laughed. "I think with this one, Marcus, you will find no trace of humility in her. And I fear, she will enjoy too much your traditional methods of finding it." Besand and Marcus both rose to their feet. "I leave her to you, then." Besand said. Dalia lifted her chin slightly to send a pleading glance. Besand turned away. "I think not, Besand," Marcus countered. "With the utmost respect due your station, she is still yours to instruct. It would be highly unusual for you to be absent. Don't you think good Master?" The elder vampire just nodded and sipped at something from a golden cup. "Carry on, Marcus. Besand be seated." Besand's glare was returned by a smile from Marcus as he stood behind Dalia. Dalia watched Besand sit down quietly as the dark hood slipped down over her face. Marcus drew the string tightly around her neck. It smelled slightly of human blood, and her mouth began to water instinctively. She began to realize the extent of her thirst. The air felt cold around her. Dalia heard what sounded like a hundred voices chant around her. "You have no sustenance without us. You have no haven away from us." A hand grabbed her wrist holding her palm skyward. She heard Besand speak, "When you look upon this mark, remember your failure." A searing pain shot down her arm. Strong hands held her arm steady as the silver talisman burned into her flesh. Tears rolled down her checks, but she did not cry out. The pain subsided as they withdrew the toxic metal. Sophia spoke next, "When others look upon this, they will remember your failure." Two men grabbed her shoulders as the talisman touched the skin above her right breast. The pain was greater, so close to her still heart. She gasped, and whimpered, but did not give them the satisfaction of a scream. She thought about trying to touch Marcus' or Besand's thoughts but remembered how quickly the Master detected Besand's communication with her. When they removed the metal from her chest, she slumped, just before she was forced forward onto her hands and knees. She next felt hands, rubbing and exploring every inch of her body. Countless men and women touched, probed, and licked her skin. She could feel their cold breath on her skin as they left no area unturned. And then, he touched her. It had to be Marcus, it was so chilling, frightening, and evil. She felt his touch, inside her mind, exploring her memories and her thoughts. She forgot the people around her and tried to push him out, but his laughter just echoed in her head. What are you hiding from me, Dalia? "Stop," she whimpered. "Get away from me." Painful images of memories she tried to erase and bury surfaced. The embarrassments she suffered as a child, from her smallest failures to her greatest, she relived them with Marcus watching and laughing. She lost her virginity at 15. She thought Jeremiah was sweet, and he must have loved her. She trusted him. She didn't know she was the object of a bet he made with his friends. They were hidden in the room watching as he clumsily fucked her on his kitchen table. She could hear their laughter, and even her best friend Cindy with the words, "slut, look at the slut" resounding in her ears. Dalia cried as the vampires mounted her one at a time to the chants of "Slut. You worthless slut." She begged Marcus to take pity on her. He laughed, but then he abruptly stopped. Marcus' words, "Besand no!" echoed in her head. Besand's face filled her head. She lost every sense about her, as he filled the void. She heard nothing but a ringing noise, until she passed out. "Besand! I wasn't finished!" Marcus cried. He appealed to the Master. "He made her unconscious before I was done! Do something!" Besand just looked at him with a burning fury. "Back off, Marcus," Raegis cautioned. "She learned her lesson." A young vampire reached out to touch Dalia again. Besand motioned with his hand, and the boy flew violently away from her crumpled body. He scurried away. Sophia's voice echoed in Besand's head. "She must learn like the rest of us Besand. Otherwise we risk extinction for one weak link." The Master's last words followed hers with a chilling tone, "Give her up Besand...this one is not your slave. She is your mistress..." (To be continued...) The End of an Eternity Ch. 06-07 Part VI: A Brief Interlude Besand held his head in his hands. "It's my fault. The Master warned me." He felt Raegis' hand on his shoulder. "Have dignity, friend," Raegis said. "She was only a mortal." "She killed Marcus." "Who, Suzy?" Raegis asked. "What are you talking about?" "No, not Suzy," Besand spoke softly. "Dalia." "The Hunter killed Marcus, Besand." "No...well yes. But Dalia killed him, and Sophia too." Raegis laughed uncomfortably. "What are you talking about?" "It was around the time I met Suzy..." Part VII: Suzy After Marcus' punishment, Besand noticed Dalia became withdrawn. Although she continued to serve Besand faithfully, she tended to keep to herself. She was still affectionate, but she never pursued Besand any more. Of late she seemed to spend more time alone. Besand forgave the frequent absences. He thought the punishment was a bit harsh, even for so grave a sin. Anyway, it had been a while since he had really found himself a worthy plaything. He resolved to not think about Dalia for one evening, possibly more if things worked out right. He decided to head to a club he had never been to before, to see what it had to offer. He straightened his collar, and made sure his dark coat was centered properly on his shoulders. Then, with a stir little more than a zephyr, he disappeared. Unnoticed by any of the crowd below, a small bat fluttered to a halt far above the bustling streets. As a small dark cloud obscured the moon for just a second, Besand materialized on the rooftop. He listened to the sounds of music mixed with unintelligible conversations, and the pulsing of human hearts permeated the air all around him. Hundreds of people migrated from club to club in waves. He followed the edge of the building around to an alley, and in a blur, he scurried like a spider down a dark section of the wall. He brushed the dust from his overcoat and strolled casually into the crowd. His target was barely noticeable to the majority of the people out tonight. It was an inconspicuous blue door badly in need of painting. A man in a black turtleneck and shades sat on a small stool near it. Besand handed him a bill, and the bouncer opened the door. Cool air from the street immediately flowed into the building as if sucked from a giant vacuum while at the same time the heavy beat of loud music almost blew him back out onto the street. He waited a moment for his hearing to adjust to the louder sounds, and then entered the dark room ahead. Besand had no trouble seeing in the dark, even with the flashing, colorful strobe lights all around the room. Waves of people gyrated with the rhythm surrounded by walls of pulsating light. Large video screens here and there flashed between screaming musicians to images of war and rioting in various stages across the world. Besand wondered about these people's morbid fascination with violence and death. It seemed they feared it less that he did, which was odd considering his immortality. And at no time did he prey on a victim who welcomed Death's touch willingly, except maybe Dalia. That was different, since she knew about her pending immortality. Still, she was the most willing, fearless, and death defiant. These people seemed numb. Most of them were high, drunk, or both. He wondered if that had anything to do with it. He would enjoy seeing how much fear was in his victim's eyes tonight when faced with the very real prospect of dying instead of watching it on a large screen. Besand spotted the bar across the room. As he approached, he noticed a young woman sitting alone at a stool. She was sitting rather strangely, hugging her legs to her chest with her chin propped up on her knees. She was wearing black, lacy leggings, and little black boots that moved up and down in time with the music. Her blond hair was short, and barely reached her pale collarbone. Her lips were adorned with a very dark red lipstick and her finger nails in black or dark midnight blue. Besand flinched a bit when he noticed the silver chain around her neck, but then she looked up at him. She didn't smile, but looked rather curiously at him. Something stirred inside of him, and he knew this was the one. Perhaps the challenge drew him? She looked world wise, alert, and that chain would be a problem. He locked her eyes with his, and slowly crossed the room. "Is this seat taken?" Besand asked. She shook her head never breaking the eye contact. "Thank you. My name is Besand." She smiled for the first time, exposing a set of radiant white teeth. "That is an interesting name, Besand. I'm Suzy." She offered her hand. Besand kissed it gently. "I noticed you aren't drinking anything. Can I get you something?" "No, thank you." Besand shrugged and ordered a glass of red wine. Suzy lowered her legs, crossing them, and turned in her stool to face him. She watched him take a sip of the wine and return the glass to the bar. "Actually, I might have changed my mind," she said. "It that any good?" Besand offered her the glass. "Try a sip for yourself." She accepted the glass and brought it to her lips. She gazed upon Besand's handsome face as she took a sip. "Mmmm, that is good." Besand ordered another glass insisting that she keep that one. The next few hours passed as minutes. They drank together, telling each other stories, sharing in laughter. They danced, progressing from casual movement, to grinding their bodies together in time. Each time she backed against him, he felt her warmth through his clothes and watched the sweet veins in her neck beat faster and faster as she moved. He watched transfixed and felt the waves of emotion drown him. Besand offered to escort Suzy home when he noticed her yawn. She couldn't believe it was so late. Besand assured her he could not believe it either. They rode in the cab towards her town house together, locked in a passionate embrace. They groped each other's bodies and kissed one another madly, pausing only for deep breathes while the other kissed other's neck and shoulders. Besand drew back violently during one such episode as his lips brushed the silver around her neck. He cursed while holding a finger to his lip. "Are you all right?" Besand laughed. "I seem to have caught my lip on your chain." "We can't have that happening," she said removing the chain and dropping it in her purse. "Now let me look at that." Suzy never did look at it of course. She instead pulled his head back to hers and continued the kiss. The cab finally stopped outside her house. They emerged from the cab in a disheveled mess. Besand realized he didn't have long before dawn. He walked behind Suzy and encircled his arms around her. She tilted her neck to one side, resting her head against his shoulder. He watched her beautiful temptingly exposed neck course with her sweet blood, but then found himself admiring the expertly sculpted curves instead. It was like a work of art, so perfectly smooth. Instead of salivating, his mouth was dry at the horror of even the thought of vandalizing this masterpiece. He wanted to scream with frustration. "Suzy, I need to go." She cooed. "So soon? You can stay till morning if you like." "No. Really. I—I couldn't. Perhaps another time." She chuckled while pressing against him. "I take it that means you actually will call." "I would be a fool not to. But I don't have your number." She pressed a long lingering kiss against Besand's lips. "Meet me at the club again tomorrow night. I have to work late so say 11:30?" "Perfect," Besand replied trying not to sound distressed. She bounced up the stairs blowing him a kiss at the top. Besand wandered far enough away to where she wouldn't see him transform. That night, a popular prostitute disappeared from her street corner in Soho. Only her pimp noticed as there was no article about it in the Times the next morning. He certainly didn't tell the authorities when he found her bloodless body lying against a trash can. In a panic, he simply tied some weights to it and threw it in the Thames. And there was a quiet weeping coming from Besand's chambers that lasted until mid-day. The End of an Eternity Ch. 08 Part VIII -- Topping From Below Despite the troubling prospect of it all, Besand continued to nurture his new relationship with Suzy. Dalia was gone nearly every evening now. Besand kept meaning to talk to her about it, but he never got around to it. He didn't find much comfort in any of his older consorts either. It seemed that Suzy always captured the majority of his thoughts. She represented something very new and exciting. He really couldn't remember feeling this way about anything since his introduction to immortality many years ago. Everything after that night was so alive and so vibrant. Smells, colors, and sounds were enchanting, and each night was an adventure unlike the previous as he pursued different human beings. These humans seemed more alive than ever through his vampire eyes, more seductive and fluid. Over the years, Besand supposed he had become used to all these things and perhaps somewhat jaded. Suzy awakened all of these feelings again. The contradiction was driving him mad. This beautiful creature was making him feel so new, yet at the same time every evening the thirst for her blood grew to the point of driving pain in his throat. She was a forbidden fruit denied to him by his own self for what, a passing feeling? Even if it was true love, her mortal years would seem a blink to Besand. He had to convince her that she wanted to join him in immortality, and doing so would mean revealing himself to her. That was risking all they had and everything he felt for a terrible rejection of his true self. That was intolerable. He was going to meet Suzy again tonight to dine at a nice restaurant, then the theatre. He debated the merits of telling her all of this tonight. Sophia made the choice for him. "Besand, I have to talk to you," she said. "Not tonight, Sophia, I'm going out with Suzy." "Dammit Besand, you're always going out with Suzy, and you haven't even sampled her yet." Besand glared. "I'm sorry," Sophia said, "And I'm sorry you will have to cancel your date tonight. It's about Dalia." "Dalia?" "Yes Dalia," Sophia said somewhat angrily. "You're pupil, slave, whatever. The woman you are supposed to be looking out after!" "What about her?" "I don't know what angers me more, Besand. The fact that you don't know what she's doing, or that you seem so absolutely clueless about anything since you've met that little blonde girl!" Besand waited. Sophia gestured with her hand, indicating that someone should step forward. A woman, slightly shorter than Sophia stepped forward with her head bowed. She curtsied in front of him. Besand waved his hand indicating she should forget the formalities. Then he asked for her identity. "I am Julie, humble servant to Lady Sophia," she said quietly. Besand followed Julie's glance at Sophia. "Tell him," Sophia indicated. "Marcus keeps a secret dungeon," Julie began, "as you may know. Several of the younger members attend his um 'sessions'." "I'm sure many of the others do as well," Besand commented. "Continue." "Dalia came to him soon after her punishment before the Circle. She told him the pain excited her. 'The tears bring me ecstasy that is indescribable,' she told him. 'Hurt me Marcus.' She held his attention so tightly that I don't believe he was aware of anything else around him. He was so enthralled that dawn could have broken, and he would have felt nothing but the tips of Dalia's nails against his cheek. "She came to him, not every, but many nights. She let him hurt her, torture her, and fuck her, all the while, crying orgasmic yells so convincing that it brought me to the brink of excitement and enslaved my lust to her as well. It wasn't long before she was his favorite, Besand. She above all others captured him, and to her did he finally yield to his more secret desire. "One evening, she came to the dungeon. Marcus had called upon all of his pupils and those of us who visited him regularly. He told us all to strip naked and kneel next to one another in a large circle. Slowly, methodically, he connected our wrists together with leather cuffs bonded with small, steel chains. He invited Dalia to the middle. "He swore us to secrecy indicating that any who disobeyed him would not only be punished severely, but killed in a most violent manner. He then knelt before Dalia and clasped her knees with his hands. 'Dalia,' he said, 'I worship you. In pain you find deliverance, suffering strength. How I long to learn those virtues. You must instruct me, Dalia. Teach me to find pride in humility and defiance in the face of authority. Break me, Dalia.' "She had him. Behind his cruelty and domineering, Marcus was afraid and weak. He felt crushed by Dalia's immense strength and after failing to tame her as he tamed all of us, he yielded to her. With her hand, she pushed his head to her feet and instructed him to clean her shoes with his tongue. I adored her at that moment, and we all lowered our heads in reverence. Then, I alone looked up. She saw me, and smiled. Her eyes..." Julie stopped. Besand could barely speak. His throat was closed with emotion. He managed, "What, Julie, what about her eyes?" "They were ablaze with triumph, victory. Her smile, more evil than anything I have ever seen." Julie began pleading hysterically. "She is yours, Master, can you protect me from her? Can you compel such evil? She will surely kill me. Sophia forced me to tell." Besand nodded and urged her to continue. Julie hesitated, but with Sophia's comforting touch she spoke. "Marcus usually feeds us with human slaves that his minions have gathered. Dalia instructed that one be brought to her. In the meantime, she lashed Marcus to a rack and beat him mercilessly with his whip. She made him beg her to stop, and then she would laugh at him and at his weakness. She asked him if that's how a master vampire was to beg for his pitifully small life. I was so afraid. "They brought the slave to Dalia. He was tall blond man of no more than 23, well built, and very muscular. He was afraid, trembling slightly before the vampire mistress. Dalia smiled. She tore his clothes from his body, licking him into an erection. Marcus strained to watch as she excited the slave to near climax. Then she handed the slave the whip. 'You know this eve you are to die. However, do what I ask and I shall allow you the most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced, and if it satisfies me, show you mercy. Either way, you will die a most happy mortal.' He responded, 'Tell me what I must do, Madam.' The corners of her mouth rose exposing her bare fangs. She cupped Marcus' balls in her hands extracting a slight groan. 'Beat this man before you until he begs you to stop.' "Marcus looked horrified. He was about to be dominated by a mortal. He never felt more ashamed, and swore not to beg anything of him. Surely she would stop. But the whip was interwoven with threads of pure silver. I know, for I have felt its sting against my cold skin. He could not take the pain as it burned the flesh on his back. He pleaded for the slave to stop. "Marcus shuddered with humiliation as Dalia swallowed the slave's erect cock. He was practically screaming with pleasure as she pumped and sucked him. We all watched as she brought the human to climax with her lips, and let his seed pour out of her mouth and down her chin. Then I noticed her hand stroking Marcus' swollen penis. Soon his moans filled the cavernous chamber as his semen ran down her arm. "We were all excited by her display of power and sexuality. Then commenced an orgy like none other we have ever experienced. We feasted on twenty humans that night, reveling in their blood. She gifted her chosen slave with immortality—" "She created a vampire?!" Besand interrupted. Sophia shushed him. "It was scandalous, but none of us dared stop her. She enslaved a new vampire and fucked him in Marcus' throne overseeing the mass of intertwined limbs of her infatuated love slaves. She chided Marcus as needing much more instruction to achieve what he had initially asked of her, but accepted his offer to teach him, even though, she said, 'you are not worthy of one minute of my time.'" Julie paused as Besand sank into a chair. "One moment," he said. He dialed Suzy's number and regretfully apologized for needing to miss their date. The whole time he sounded troubled and pensive. He waited a few minutes in complete stillness after hanging up the phone. Julie and Sophia waited patiently as he finished collecting his thoughts. "Go on, Julie." "She continued to instruct Marcus in lessons of humility, until this very eve. There were not many of us there that night. I...I was handcuffed inside a coffin, for one of Marcus' games when Dalia strode into the room. 'Dalia,' he said. 'What a pleasant surprise. You don't usually come here on Tuesday evenings.' 'Shut up and stand against the pole,' she said advancing quickly on him. I kept the lid of the coffin cracked open enough for me to spy unnoticed. I enjoyed watching Dalia work on him. "She chained him to the poll and used a knife to tear the clothes from his body. 'I have something special for you tonight, Marcus. Something you will not like, but that I will enjoy greatly. Does that make you happy?' "'Yes', he replied. 'I revel in your joy.' She laughed. 'I'll bet you do.' The great iron doors opened to the chamber. I almost cried out in fear. Brian the Hunter, strode into the room flanked by six other humans wielding swords, crossbows, and pistols. With bolts and bullets of silver, they quickly struck down the other vampires in the room, most in some state of helplessness in Marcus' various torture devices. The men with the swords finished off the wounded. Brian then walked over to Dalia and Marcus. "'I don't believe this,' said the Hunter, 'but I must admit to you, a vampire, I am in your debt. This one I have hunted for many years.' He laughed heartily as Marcus squirmed. He continued, 'You know Lord Marcus, I thought to baptize you this evening, but instead, I think the members of your Circle shall find you like this. Undignified, humiliated, and standing naked, shackled to a pole. What a stir that will cause.' "Marcus tried to voice his outrage, but gasped as Brian thrust a silver sword into his back and out his chest. He left it embedded inside him, to let the silver toxins work on his system. Black blood bubbled out of Marcus' mouth as he choked and writhed in agony. Dalia smiled in final triumph as I shut the lid in horror. There I hid paralyzed in fear until they left. Dalia sold out Marcus, Besand. I am the only one who knows this. She will kill me." "Thank you for your courage, Julie," Sophia said to calm the trembling girl. "Away now to my home, while I sort this out with Besand. Speak to no one, and answer the door for no one. Understood?" "Yes, mistress," she said then left. "I don't believe it, Sophia." "Believe it Besand. Dalia is cold, cruel, and harder than any of us. She killed Marcus." "Then she must stand before the Circle and—" "No!" Sophia cried. "No. She must not." "But—" "No, Besand. I cannot let her. Raegis will not let her either. Marcus wasn't the only one taken with her. The Master was the only member who would not receive her after her punishment. She has seduced Raegis, and..." Besand nodded. "And you." "She owns us, Besand." "No, Sophia, she owns my heart no longer." "The mortal, Suzy?" Besand nodded. "I thought as much, Besand, you can end this. You are still her master. You do not need a reason to end her life. Kill her Besand. No one will stand against you in this." Besand turned away from Sophia. Instantly they both felt Dalia's presence enter Besand's house. Sophia turned to leave. "You know what you have to do, Besand." She walked out of the room. The End of an Eternity Ch. 09 Part IX - Revelation Dalia brushed past Sophia as she entered Besand's chamber. She was carrying a wine bottle and two glasses. Besand kept his back to her. She watched Sophia leave, then embraced Besand in a hug. "Oh, Besand, you must forgive me. I've been neglecting my duties to you." She stepped back and turned Besand around to face her. Dalia smiled, exposing glistening fresh blood on her teeth. Besand remained silent. "I brought you some." She set a glass down on the table and filled the other with thick, red, blood. "I think he was a virgin. Very fresh...youthful." "Dalia, where have you been tonight?" "Out," she said. "You have been fucking Sophia tonight?" Besand looked in shock. Dalia continued. "I understand. She's pretty good, not quite as good as me, but I've been gone far to long, Bez. I've come back for you. I missed you." She grabbed Besand's shirt collar and pulled him down to her lips. She kissed him passionately while unbuttoning his shirt. He could taste the warm blood in her mouth, and he became very thirsty. Dalia felt his fangs grow during their kiss. "Oh, Besand! Drink with me." She kissed her way down his chest while he brought the glass to his lips. Dalia was fumbling with his belt buckle as he took his first sip. He instantly felt the warmth spread through his veins as he drank greedily from the cup. He dropped the empty glass at his feet as Dalia slid his pants to his ankles. "I need more," Besand said. He grabbed the bottle on the table and stepped out of his pants. Dalia tried to grab his legs, but he pushed her away. He sat on the edge of the bed taking a long drink from the bottle. Dalia slowly crawled over to him. He pulled another long drink from the bottle as Dalia nuzzled her head between his legs. "Mmmm, Bez I can feel you stir." He looked down to watch Dalia's long, dark hair swirl over his growing cock. He took another drink. "Oh Besand, it's been so long. I want you so bad. Feel how wet I am." Besand felt warm, lubricated fingers slide up and down the length of his shaft. He let out a slight groan and lay back on the bed. Dalia stood up and dropped her dress to the floor. She climbed on top of him, straddling him with her long, shapely legs, letting the fur of her groin tease him enticingly. Besand let his hands idly stroke Dalia's thighs as he let his emotions drive everything from his mind, save the woman on top of him. He felt enveloped as Dalia slowly lowered herself onto him. He gasped as the base of his shaft ground into her pelvic bone. Dalia shrieked with delight and laughed. "Besand, feel how you fit me perfectly." She rose herself quickly, then started another slow decent down his swollen cock. "Oh, yes. You feel so good, I've never felt this good about anything. Uhmm. Or anyone. Oh god. Besand I knew you were still strong. I know I'm yours Besand." Her gasps became urgent, and she fucked him faster and faster. "The others, weaklings." Her laughter ended in a moan of pleasure. He body shuddered as if beginning an orgasm, but she continued to speak. "Raegis, that playboy spends all of his time wallowing in pleasure, never thinking about anything further than the next sweet tart. And Sophia. Besand, you know..ohhh...she never hunts for herself anymore. She has her little slave boys bring her food as she lies around like some spoiled Victorian queen in lavish gowns and on squishy pillows. You need someone stronger, Besand, oh god I'm coming..." Besand felt the emotion drain from him as Dalia let out mighty yells of passion. She ground him furiously, but he could barely feel anything anymore. The whole thing was like watching a movie while being bucked around by some animal. She didn't even slow down after she caught her breathe. "You're amazing Besand. So much stronger than that pitiful weakling Marcus—" "Enough!" Besand roared throwing Dalia off of him with his arms. "You...you...how could you do this?" Dalia lay sprawled on the floor laughing as Besand stood towering over her, still erect, but flushed with anger. "The Circle, Besand, is no more. Marcus is dead, Besand, and Sophia and Raegis weak and soft. And the Master who you all revere...did you really believe that vampires could become ill? Are all you elders that naïve?" Besand looked at her in a quaking fury. "What on earth are you talking about!" Dalia's face morphed into a sarcastic pout and mocked, "Why Besand, didn't you know? His illness is terminal." "You killed him too?" Dalia laughed. "Don't be silly. His young protégé Lionel has been poisoning him for years." Besand shook his head in disbelief. "It's true, Besand, the Circle is dying. A new age comes upon us. Of the five you are the strongest...or were. What happened to you? Is it that little mortal slut I've heard you've been screwing?" She never saw Besand's hand strike her cheek, but nevertheless she was sent backwards with a sharp stinging in her face. Dalia paused and looked up at him. "Don't throw us away. Think of the new leadership that we would bring the clan. The power. You sensed our power when you brought me here. You know I am your chosen. Or knew. Now you're nothing." Besand picked her up and held her by her shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something, to deny it, but nothing came out. Instead he threw her against the bed. He followed her flight and grabbed her hair as she hit the bed forcing her head back. Dalia gasped. "I'm still your master," he said. Besand forced her down on her hands and knees. Dalia's breathing quickened, as he rested his erect penis against her moist cunt. She didn't resist, but only trembled slightly. He felt the need to fuck her hard like this, asserting his power and authority over his rebellious pupil. He was shaking with excitement, lust, and desire. Then he paused. He remembered taking Dalia the first time, though he controlled her, it was what she had planned all along. Then he remembered The Master's fateful words. What Dalia loved in him, he now despised. As he calmed down, he heard Dalia whispering, "Please." Besand stepped back full of self-loathing. Dalia whispered, "no, Besand, don't." Besand grabbed his pants off the ground, hastily dressing. Dalia looked up at him with pleading, full brown eyes. "Besand, don't leave. Finish what you started. You are everything." He turned to walk out. She cried "Besand!" He stopped. "I love you," she muttered. Besand disappeared down his stairs into the waiting night. Dalia was crying, "We could have everything."