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Warning: Bad language, violence, and sexual content.
Chapter 10
I woke up in a room that was only lit by a nightlight. Whoever put me here laid me on my left side facing the nightlight. I had a terrible headache and the bright light was making it worse. The last thing I remembered was my dad's fist connecting with the right side of my jaw. I ran my right hand over it to find some swelling and to see if it was broken. A sharp pain shot through my face causing it to throb. It wasn't broken, so I tried to sit up. I was stopped by a body that was snuggled too tight around me. I tried to glance over my shoulder to see who it was, but couldn't do it without moving. I rolled over and came face to face with a dark haired blue-eyed vampire. I jumped up off the bed and ran for the door. I wound up running into him instead.
"Going somewhere, ma cherie?" he asked.
"Dad, Anita," I yelled as I was foiled in every attempt to dodge around him.
"Please do not yell. It won't do you any good," He said with a seductive smile.
"And why the hell not?" I asked.
"For one Anita's not here. She left on police business, so she can't hear you," He replied coming closer.
"I don't think that she would have left of her own accord. She was in the room when my father knocked me out," I replied putting the bed between us, while trying to find a way around him.
"You are right, ma cherie. She wasn't going anywhere after that little incident, but Sergeant Storr can be an impatient man. He wasn't going to wait for her to take care of the dispute between her and your father. However, your father did give her a file. He told her to give it to the good Sergeant. That it should clear up any problems that might come up. She wasn't happy about it but she didn't argue. Her beeper was going off every two seconds, so she left promising that she would get to the bottom of why he hit you when she got back," he replied while crawling across the bed toward me.
He was tall and slender. He was not as muscular as Damien, but he was more powerful than Damien. He was wearing nothing from the waist up. I could make out a cross burn on his upper chest. His pajama bottoms were such a dark blue, they almost matched his eyes. I was too busy examining his appearance to realize how close he'd gotten. I moved out of the way just in time, before he was able to grab me. I had passage to the door, so I took it. He knew what I was thinking and cut me off. I kicked him in his groin area and he hit the ground. I then ran like hell toward the door. He grabbed me from behind and dragged me back toward the bed.
"Dad," I yelled again for my father trying to get away. I threw him over my shoulders causing him to collide with the bed post. He picked himself up off the floor like he didn't feel a thing. He smiled at me showing his fangs. "Your father is on the phone with the queen. Besides your father and I had a deal, so he won't be coming to your aid anytime soon," He replied stalking closer.
I just stared at him in shock. Anita not being here because of police business was understandable, but a deal with my father didn't feel right. "Who the hell are you and what kind of deal did you make with my father?" I asked with anger in my voice. He laughed with that sweet voice that all vampires have. If I were a normal person, it would have sent shivers down my spine, but I'm not normal. I'm immune to all vampire tricks and I can see through them to know when they are using their power. It's good to be a half vampire sometimes, because your own power comes in handy. He came at me and I dodged him, causing him to run into the wall. I went for the door again and found myself pinned to the opposite wall. I brought my knee up and slammed it into his mid section then hit him with a left hook. I had a hold of the door knob when he grabbed me from behind and threw me across the room to land on the bed. I laid there for a few moments before I could move. I got up off the bed to find him watching me from the door. He was making it clear I wouldn't be leaving without a fight. I had walked around to the edge of the bed without realizing it. Before I could move he jumped me and we both fell back on the mattress. He tried to pin me with his body weight, but I planted my feet on his abdomen and I pushed him back across the room.
I shoved him so hard, that he went through the door. I was up off that bed and out into the hall before he had a chance to retaliate. He had just picked himself up off the floor, when I kicked him in the chest and gave him another left hook. He fell to the floor again with blood coming out of his mouth. I went into a karate stance that would give me leverage if he came at me. He just lay there looking up at me with an amused smile on his face. I glared at him, knowing I had smoke coming out of my nostrils cause I could see it. Dragon's Flame was on it's way and I had the worst time controlling the fire element, especially around vampires. I'm only half-vampire so it doesn't affect me that much. The only thing I had to worry about was setting my clothes or other flammable objects on fire. Thank God my mother was human, even if she was a witch. I had enough control to stop it when it got out of hand, but I couldn't control the body count afterwards. The next thing I knew, I was soaking wet. Someone had thrown water on me. I whirled around to find my father standing there with a bucket in his hand. I glared at my father and then back at the mysterious vampire. He was stretched across the hall with his right hand under his head, and his left leg on top of his right bent at the knee. He was acting as if he was being entertained. I ignored him and turned back toward my father stomping over to where he stood and asked, "Why did you throw water on me? I was about to kick his scrawny ass!"
"Alexandra, you were about to set fire to the place. I had no choice," he answered.
"Ok fine. I'll forgive you for that one, but I'm not going to forgive you for hitting me or leaving me to be manhandled by that," I asked while pointing at the man on the floor.
The vampire on the floor busted out laughing and that just made me madder. I stalked over, kicking him in the stomach and asked him, "What do you find so funny?"
"Alexandra Jane McGregar Montgomery, that's quite enough of that young lady," my father commanded.
I looked over at my father and crossed my arms. He went over to help the mysterious man to his feet. My father dusted the man off and turned back toward me.
"Alexandra, I would like you to meet the Master of the City, Jean-Claude. Jean-Claude, I would like you to meet my tree. I mean my daughter, Alexandra," He said trying not to laugh.
My dad just ticked me off. I walked up to him and yelled, "That's enough with the green jokes. I've heard them all damn night." I was in my father's face now. I'd had the worst night of my life and now my father went and made it worse.
"I'm sorry dear. I didn't mean anything by it, it was just there," He said, trying to soothe me with his voice.
"Nice try dad, but using that voice trick isn't going to work with me," I replied.
We heard footsteps behind us and turned. Jason was coming out of a door not too far down the hall. He was back in human form and acting as if he had a hangover. He walked past us grumbling under his breath about something. I looked at my father and he just shrugged his shoulders. I had been so distracted by Jason that I wasn't paying attention to Jean-Claude. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I tried to force him to let go, I even tried to throw him over my shoulder for the second time tonight. I couldn't get him to budge, the more I fought the tighter he hugged me. This puts a whole new meaning to a monkey on your back. I tried to step on his feet, but that didn't work considering the fact I only had tennis shoes on. I didn't expect him to be this strong. According to Belle he was a wimp. Wimp my ass. If he's a wimp then I'm Dr. Seuss. He started to nuzzle my neck. I had glanced around to find out where my father was, he was walking toward the living room. I screamed his name and he just walked on. I yelled, "Dad, where are you going?"
He turned back toward me with a look of sadness on his face. The last thing I heard him say before he disappeared was, "I'm sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I did this for your own good." I was horrified and started to scream his name. I was screaming after my father to make Jean-Claude let me go while trying to fight him off. I couldn't believe my father was leaving me here to face him alone. There was something awfully fishy going on. While my mind was elsewhere, Jean-Claude pulled me back into the bedroom. He pulled me to the center of the room, while still holding me from behind. I fought and tried to pull away from him, but he held onto me as if I were his blanket. I was screaming and cussing my father at this point. He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him over my shoulder. I saw his dark blue eyes start to glaze over and I knew what he was up to. He was going to try and control me by rolling me. I had a feeling I knew why my father left me. He had given Jean-Claude permission to feed off of me. I bet that's what Jason was mumbling about. I could sense it in my bones. He was going to get a shock of his life because I couldn't be rolled by a vampire. I was not prepared for what was about to happen. I looked up into his eyes and nearly went under. Jean-Claude was not the one who received a surprise gift, it was me. I was scared to death to think that maybe I've found a vampire who has the power to do what others could not and that was being able to control me. I was trapped like a rabbit by a fox. I couldn't move. All I could do was stand there motionless. He kept his eyes above mine, while he ran his fingers along my jaw line to rest under my chin. He softly slid his lips over mine, while trying to force his tongue between my teeth. An idea struck me at that moment and I smiled. I opened my mouth to allow him entrance. He groaned with desire and plunged his tongue in further. His other hand had found it's way up my sweatshirt and was cupping my left breast. I lost all concentration and forgot what I was going to do.
He started to pull me back toward the bed and I let him. I had no idea what's going on, but I didn't like it. I also knew this was going to be more than just a normal feeding. This was a game to see if he could control me. He lifted his head and looked at me. I froze in fear. I no longer saw Jean-Claude's face. I saw the men who assaulted and raped me. Pure terror went through me and I started to scream. I fought my attacker with all my strength. I was running on adrenaline alone. He forced me toward the bed. I was able to pull away from him enough to bring my right leg up and back connecting with his knee. He let go and I turned punching him in the face with my right fist scraping my knuckles on his fangs. I began beating him like he was a punching bag. I refused to go down without a fight. I had him beat until I felt my beast rise. It tried to rise from me like a demon from hell. I was trying to fight both my attacker and my beast at once, but I was losing control and found myself on the floor. I was breathing heavily and everywhere I looked I saw spots. I saw someone kneel in front of me. A hand came up and cupped my chin turning my face upwards. I couldn't make out the face because I could not see straight. All I heard were sweet French words as the figure pulled me to my feet. He pulled me toward the bed and I tried to pull away. He pulled me into him pinning my arms behind my back. I couldn't free myself because he held me in a death grip. He kissed me and that one touch of the lips caused my legs to buckle beneath me. There was no way he could have this much control over me. My logical mind would not accept it. He turned me and pushed me onto the bed, while still kissing me. He collapsed on top of me and pushed himself between my legs. I could feel him through his pants. He was more than ready, but I wasn't going to let it go that far. Visions of my attackers returned once again and I tried to fight him off. I was seriously struggling against him so I could get away. He slid his lips down my chin while using his tongue to leave a wet line. He trailed a line down my neck and across my collarbone. Then came up to look at me and his eyes were completely frosted over. I glanced up into them and felt my own start to frost. What the hell was going on? This wasn't supposed to be happening to me. He bent down to kiss me and I felt his hands run over my stomach and ribs, then his hands came to rest on my back. The night of my rape flashed before my eyes and I could hear myself screaming, " No. Stop. Don't do this. Get off me. Please God not again." I fought back as hard as I could. I kicked, screamed, and bit him. He pulled me up to a sitting position causing me to straddle him. I pushed at him knocking him backwards. I wound on top and made my move. I hit him in the face three times. He let go of me and I scurried off the bed. He grabbed me by my sweat shirt and it ripped. I ran for the door with him on my tail. I had the door opened and was in the hall. I had made it halfway up the hall when he grabbed me. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to the bedroom screaming for my father. He tossed me onto the covers and continued his assault. He sat on top of me running his hands through my hair. He grabbed a handful of it and pulled my face towards his. He started to kiss me harder. He dropped his shields and his power engulfed me. I couldn't breathe. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and that was all it took. At that moment something other than me wanted him and I didn't know how to stop it. It was exciting and terrifying me at the same time and I wanted more. I ran my hands down his bare chest, while digging my nails into his flesh. He moaned and pushed me down onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around him and he ground into me. I felt his hands undoing my bra. He slid his fingers over my breast and I whimpered. I grabbed his hair and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I wanted to explore and taste it. I ran my tongue over one of his fangs piercing it on purpose. He grabbed a hold of it and started to suck on it. This little action of mine caused him to get harder. I felt something come loose from inside of me. It poured to the surface like a fine wine being poured into a cup. When it hit the surface, I knew what wanted him.
He tried to call my beast earlier, now he was using his ardeur to try and bring mine to the surface. This threw me into defense mode and I started to push him off of me. He pinned me down on the bed with his weight, while grabbing my wrists with his hands and putting them above my head. He broke the kiss, gazed down at me and said, "Ma Belle Catwolf don't fight it, come and join me." How does he know the queen's nickname for me? Has he already talked to the queen about me? I was pondering these questions and hadn't realized that he had pulled my wrists toward him, bringing them down to my sides. He then pulled me up towards him, pinning my arms behind my back. I screamed with tears falling for my father who betrayed me. As Jean-Claude sunk his fangs into my neck, I heard my voice whimper piteously one last time for my dead husband, then everything went black.