Her Vampire Master

Chapter Seven

Milos scrubbed the blood from the floor in the foyer as he listened to them, he tried his best to block out the sounds but with his new senses, it was next to impossible. He had moved the stable boy's body by the back door to bury him later once the sun was down, the congealed blood that would probably stain the rug at least blended in with the burgundy floral print. He scrubbed the hardwood floors, grinding his teeth together in anger as the moans filtered down the stairs to his ears.

Hate wasn't something he was used to feeling, but he could say that he hated her now. He couldn't even bear to think of her name without his face shifting, she wasn't foolish or kind. She had lured him here as she had the rest of them with a fine set of clothes and hopes for a better life, it wasn't worth it. How was she immune to the death that her 'family' had brought on him and the servants the question haunted his thoughts?

She and that demon had been rutting most of the morning, he had heard the she-devil join them; the one whose beauty hid a demon under her fair skin. It made his stomach roll at the thought of her locked safely behind that door last night, he figured she had probably slept so peacefully as they were being hunted, murdered. He tried to calm himself down again as he dragged the bristled brush across the floor again before dunking it into the bucket of soapy water. He heard the basement door open and stood making his way to the kitchen.

Milos watched as Agata came out, her dress that she had been so proud of when they had first come into the house stained, bloody and torn. Her eyes flashed with that of her own demon, her face a twisted mockery of the woman she was before. "Why do I feel like this?" She said in a rough growl to Milos, he pushed his blond hair back.

"The mistress's family turned us last night." He said with a snarl.

"I want to kill her, she isn't like them. She isn't like us, I can hear her heart beating upstairs, so fragile, so weak." She growled low in her throat, moving past the tall man towards the dining room seeing the body of the other maid on the floor she stopped and tilted her head to the side. She remembered gossiping with her about how handsome the new master was the night before. That was before the two new members of the household had turned into demons, she gave a snarl and moved quickly into the foyer; her anger making her see red.

Milos moved faster grabbing her arm, "He said he'd kill us if we touched her. We won't rise a second time like we did today." He warned and she backed down not wanting to die a true death, the blonde man explained what the master had told him at his awakening, before getting her started on helping him move the body from the dining room. The two worked in silence, making good progress as the other's in the house slowly woke as well to join them.

Milos had come to realize that he was made just a little stronger than the others as evidenced by his early awakening and for that he was thankful. He would need it when the time came to get rid of her.

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Mary moaned low in her throat as she rode Charles's hard c**k, she slid up and down him using his body to drive herself closer to the orgasm she sought. Elizabeth bucked on his tongue as he lazily worked it in and out of her, she bit her lip holding the moan in as he moved his fingers in a figure eight pattern on her c******s.

Mary shuddered, releasing a high pitched keening sound as she found her release, she leaned forward to kiss the red-blonde haired woman slowly as she rode out her orgasm. She grabbed the woman's hand bringing it to her face to place her palm on her cheek, she kissed her wrist before her face shifted and she sank her fangs into the tender flesh.

Elizabeth froze in pain, it hurt. It always hurt so bad no matter what, movies from her time romanticized a vampire's bite. It wasn't like that at all, the pain of flesh tearing and blood being drawn out was nothing like she had ever felt before if they got too carried away and were at her neck it usually tore muscle as well. She cringed as Mary drank deeply from her, pulling back to look at the blood weeping from the bite mark, she let out a happy sigh.

Charles had stopped what he was doing when he heard her gasp of pain and moved her carefully off of him to the side, he sat up pulling Mary in for passionate kiss blood staining his face from her lips. Elizabeth moved off of the bed to quietly pad towards the bathroom, the moans from the bed following past the closed door she grabbed a washcloth to clean her wound. She moved her neck gently feeling the claiming mark on her neck, it was stiff and painful.

She knew logically that he had marked her to keep her safe in a house full of fledgling vampires, but it didn't make it hurt any less or change her feelings on the matter; not that they mattered much. She looked in the mirror at the wound, it was red and inflamed marring her pale skin. She opened the cabinet to grab the antiseptic to clean her neck and her wrist, after she placed the plaster on both she splashed water on her face and dried it off. She closed the door and headed back to the vampires, Charles was roughly pounding into Mary as her head thrashed about the pillows, her hair fanned out about the soft pillows as she lost her self to pleasure.

Elizabeth knew they could keep this up for a long time and grabbed her chemise off the floor to slip it over her head, she didn't leave the room. Charles had already told her of the newly awoken vampires and she was in no hurry to meet them now, knowing that the smiles and kind moments she shared with them previously would be tarnished as they looked at her with hunger and hatred through familiar eyes.