Her Vampire Master Book two

Chapter Four

Charles didn't have to wonder long how Mary was, when he went back across the hall to look for Elizabeth he found the two of them together in the bathroom. Mary was sitting on the edge of the bathtub as Elizabeth smeared a thick smelly pinkish ointment on her back, he could see from Mary's face that it was causing her great pain to be touched. He could tell she wanted more and Elizabeth was being far to gentle with her, it was like she was teasing his sire without the meaning to be malicious.

Elizabeth sat in the tub, she looked like a water sprite sitting in the bubbly water. She was far too pale and her wet hair clung to her back and shoulders making it look far darker than it normally was, she had a little bit of soap bubbles stuck to her shoulder and chin, an unnoticed smudge of cleanliness.

He sat on the white wicker hamper, ignoring the cracking sound as it shifted under his weight. He watched them, Mary's nose wrinkling as he entered their sweet little sanctum of soft girlie smelling soaps and fresh clean lavender smelling water. Ciaran had been careful to mark up her face, neck arms or chest; the rest of her skin was a healing mess of deep purple and green bruises. Charles hated seeing her in this shape, even knowing she herself didn't mind and knowing Ciaran he had probably told her she wasn't to bathe, the dried blood had been wiped off of her skin by Elizabeth. Nothing on this earth would make Mary defy her sire.

“We are going out tonight, sweetheart,” he told Mary softly as he watched them with admiring.

Elizabeth looked at him surprised for a moment, he shook his head at her, "Not you, you'll stay in and rest, love."

"With Fiona," Mary's eyelids slowly slid closed as she clutched the edge of the tub, her thighs quivering as she shook in arousal and need.

Elizabeth paused worry for Mary coloring her face, "Am I hurting you?" She asked gently.

Mary turned, Charles watched both of their lovely profiles on living, one dead, Mary smiling darkly beautiful at Elizabeth. "Not nearly enough, Doll." She answered with a laugh, then laughed harder at Elizabeth's startled expression. His girl still didn't understand how she could be so sexually stimulated by being hurt this way.

Charles smiled too, seeing the humor in it, Elizabeth did not. She pulled the chain letting the water out of the tub and got to her feet. She staggered a bit as she reached for the towel that had been hanging on a silver rod near the bathtub. Charles watched her through the hazy steam of the humidity, he felt himself muscles tensing to move into action just in case she started to fall, even though Mary was closer and he knew she wouldn't let her fall either.

Mary smiled at him, "Naughty boy, interrupting girl time." She said with a smile teasing him as she shifted closer to him from her perch on the tub.

Charles leaned back, his head resting against the wall as he looked at her his eyes narrowing and his lips pressing together in an unconscious pout of annoyance. Against the white wall behind him, his honey brown hair looked like it had hints of blond.

Elizabeth couldn't help thinking about the Charles from her time, he looked dangerous, with his dark denim pants, black cotton shirt, leather jacket, and dark boots. No one would accuse that vampire of false advertising, he was dangerous, deadly. Her Charles didn't though, his looks were deceiving, he had an almost babyish softness to him that made Elizabeth wonder if the Charles in the future chose to look that way for a certain reason. Was it to impress other vampires or was it a warning that he choose to dress the way he did. She toweled off watching the two vampires.

Mary turned away from him, her head whipping around so fast that the ends of her hair slapped his across the face gently. She stood stretching, her hands running across her abused flesh, pressing into the worst of the bruises. Charles knew that for her to be showing so much damage almost eleven hours after Ciaran had finished with her, Ciaran must not have let her feed after her beating.

She had to be starving and she wasn't even flashing a hint of fang in Elizabeth's direction, her eyes didn't even flash to that of her demon. He himself didn't mind sharing his own blood with his sire, but he knew she would not ask, for fear of disobeying Ciaran's orders, she would be starving a much more deadly and dangerous tonight.

Charles took in a deep breath, letting his annoyance fade as he breathed out, he felt the anticipation of the kill replace it his annoyance.

After Elizabeth's bath, they had a tea party on the bed joined by Fluffy. Whom Mary had dressed up in a little doll-like dress, his fur held little cream colored bows, the lacy fringe at the sleeves kept getting caught in his claws as he tugged at with sharp little teeth. He dawned on him that this was the longest Mary had ever had a pet survive.

After the tea party, Charles watched Elizabeth brush her hair. He felt exasperated with her as he watched her start at the roots of her long hair tugging the brush roughly through long tangled locks. He took the brush from her hands, starting gently at the ends, working out all the tangles, and knots. She fell asleep with her head on his thigh and he continued brushing her hair until it was dry and shining, soft and downy to his touch. He moved her head to her pillow, tucking her in snuggly under the thick down blanket. Mary left the dog in Elizabeth's room, she beckoned him to follow her to her room with the crook of her finger.