Her Vampire Master

Chapter Eleven

Ciaran was different than Charles, she knew him in her time and she couldn't associate the kind vampire she knew with his vicious past self. He was brutal in his past treatment of her in and out of the bedroom, she would no longer be able to think of him as a friend as she had in the future.

Charles, when he was in a good mood, could be sweet and tender almost loving, Ciaran was twisted and everything he knew he used to try and break her. He had made sure that she had tutors to teach her music and language when it had become apparent that Charles was keeping her as more than a pet. She did appreciate that, being able to speak different languages had helped in their travels. It always came with a price for him and that price was usually that Charles shares her, be it blood or her body.

She cringed thinking of the first time the red-haired man had taken her to his bed, he had torn her clothes off roughly the moment she had stepped into the room. Without a word he had taken her ass roughly with no thought to how it hurt her as he roughly rubbed her c******s telling her "Think of something that will make you c*m," As he worked her body to betray her as he pounded into her, ripping tearing her blood providing lubrication for his thrusting c**k.

"I can f**k something this tight for hours." He said with a low groan, she had buried her head into the covers wishing for death as she cried. He had continued on using her body for his pleasure, moving his fingers to work them in and out her v****a making her clamp down hard on his long fingers. He chuckled low in her ear as he leaned over her body, "You like my c**k in your ass and my fingers buried in your cunt, it makes you so hot doesn't it." He said as he pinched her clit roughly, her body had betrayed her shuddering around his hard c**k and fingers making him moan low in his throat. He thrust into her once, twice more before spilling his cold dead seed inside of her aching ass.

When he was finished he had tossed her naked and bloody into the hallway, she had slowly made her way back to Charles' room. It was empty when she arrived, she was glad she hurt and her soul felt numb. She sat on the bed, taking a shuddering breath and saw the letter opener on his desk.

It was a ray of hope at escaping them, as she dragged the smooth sharp blade down her wrist. She smiled as she watched the blood flow, staining the letters that sat on the desk. Invitations to dinner parties, correspondence with people he knew all ruined. She leaned back into the chair she sat in, hoping it would be over soon when the door opened and a small woman with dark auburn hair had walked in.

***

Charles snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Still with me Elizabeth?" He asked taking in her pale dazed expression.

She shook her head, "Sorry Ma.... Charles." She said before lowering her eyes.

"Finish showing me our home pet." He commanded in frustration at her slip up, Mary walked up to her to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"She was thinking such pretty, bad thoughts, my love." The vampire said as she leaned her head on the other woman's shoulder, tracing the lace on her gray dress with her fingertips.

"She thinks of my Sire and the colors he makes her see swimming around like little fishes." She said as she looked at her lover, "Today, tomorrow it all blends together." She hummed, softly petting the quiet woman's hair.

"Be that as it may, they'll be here in a few weeks and I'd like to see what surprises you have hidden in the house." He said to Elizabeth holding out his hand for her.

She took the offered hand, her fingers easily linking with his own cold ones. Mary linked her arm with his as they allowed themselves to be lead down the hallway, she finished the little tour of their home and the little hidden caches of weapons that she had placed for them.

***

Sitting at the dressing table in her room she looked at the small black box Charles had set there. She pulled the lid off, looking at the delicate pearl necklace. It was very pretty she ran her fingers across the smooth pale globes, she wondered if he had killed someone for this pretty little bauble.

She held it up thinking about how they were made, pearl oysters forming them within the soft tissue slowly over time til a perfect pearl was formed. She remembered dissecting mussels in biology class and discussing how rare it was to find a perfect pearl.

This necklace must have been very expensive, she closed the lid and sat it back on the dressing table before moving to the bed. She pulled back the covers and slid into the cool sheets, picking up her journal and pencil she opened the cover running her fingers over the first page tracing the words. None of this is real, she wrote it on the first page of every journal she kept to remind herself that this wasn't her life.

She had filled journals with stories of herself and her friends from her time, sometimes she wrote about Mary and Charles knowing that he often checked her writing and it made him happy to see that she thought of them. How could she not, she had spent almost four years as his, theirs. She wrote so she wouldn't forget, sometimes it was song lyrics to her favorite songs so she wouldn't forget them. She had written her of her best friend falling in love, with a vampire only not including the names so no one would know that it was Ciaran.

She wrote of the spell that they had done which sent her to this horrible time, she was only supposed to go back a few days that was all. Not this far back, not to him. Time was a funny thing and she had learned a hard and painful lesson that it wasn't to messed with. She knew that when Charles read her journal he did so thinking that her mind was starting to break, not realizing that the stories were from her time and helping her keep her grip on the thin strands of her sanity.