Midian Evolution

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He insisted I sleep with him again, which I didn’t argue. I felt very, very secure in his coffin, lying mere centimeters from his powerful presence.

“Close your eyes, Seras,” he commanded softly.

I obeyed. A second later I felt his hand on my face. He stroked my skin, making me shiver with pleasure. In mere moments I surrendered to an unusually peaceful quiet. He reached into my mind. I felt him there, looking for something.

I never discovered what he sought. Sleep took me.

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The sensation of his hand gliding over my shoulder made me awaken. He’d chosen the spot because it was bare, I felt certain. My arm warmers lacked a hand-span of reaching the place where my sleeve ended.

For someone who could wreck havoc bare-handed, he touched me right now with an incongruous gentleness. In fact, it felt more inquisitive than just a matter of a master taking liberties with his fledgling. I felt he mapped me, memorized that small area of rounded muscle and bone. His fingers cupped and spread, coasted over me and…savored.

“You are so smooth,” he murmured. “And, you’re warm. You’re so warm that I wake and believe I have a living woman in here with me.”

“That must be terribly tempting to your hunger,’ I replied, relaxed from his skilled touch.

“It is.” He pulled me close, covering me with arms and legs.

Caged, I could do nothing but lie there, breathe and stare.

“You are very tempting,” he went on, his voice a beautiful blend of low rumble and growl. “A vampire’s strength with a living woman’s rich, hot blood; it seems too much to be borne at times.”

“Why bear it at all?” I asked, feeling bold. “Don’t I belong to you, master? If you’re hungry, drink.”

“Don’t poke sticks at me through my cage bars,” he answered. “I can feel Integra walking down here. She has Sir Islands and another with her. It must be time for my yearly evaluation as a kept thing.”

Irritation flared within me. “You don’t get a moment’s peace,” I complained. “Just how, exactly, do they prove to themselves you’re controlled?”

My master chuckled. “Integra usually asks me to do something I don’t enjoy, something near to humiliation but closer to simple subjugation. Last year, I had to lick her boot.”

“No,” I said.

“Yes,” he answered. “And here’s the best part, my childe; you’ll probably be expected to display the same obedience.”

“What?”

“Hush, now, and listen,” he said. “Try to pick them out.”

I focused. In just a little while I found I could hear Integra. Try as I might, I could not distinguish anyone else. “Just her,” I sighed.

“I’m not surprised. Don’t worry about it. You are a very young draculina.”

We waited.

“Shouldn’t we get out and greet them?” I whispered.

“And spoil the wetting of Sir Islands’ small clothes?” he chuckled. “Suspense does much of the work of fear, police girl. It builds anticipation.” He tapped on my lips softly. “Extend your fangs.”

I did as he said, amused by his sense of play. “Long enough?”

“A bit more. It’s dark down here. They’ll be looking for them, but they can’t see as well as we do.”

I heard the door open, and then the sounds of three heartbeats. Integra’s, measured and strong, offset the rapid, fearful beat of her two companions. “Alucard,” she said in an impatient, bold tone. “Sir Islands is here for your evaluation.”

“Showtime,” my master whispered. He threw the lid from his coffin violently, sending it crashing to the floor a good distance away. Two gasps of startlement echoed in his chamber, and I caught the barest hint of urine in the dead air.

You’d think he’d get used to me, my master said silently, highly amused. He levitated from the coffin, pulling me up with him.

“Ah, Seras is here, too, good,” Integra said smoothly. “It saves us searching.”

“You let them sleep together?” Sir Islands wiped his face with a handkerchief. “I thought the blonde was his offspring.”

“Vampires have their own way of doing things.” Integra’s voice didn’t change a bit. “They can’t breed, so what is the issue?”

I examined the other man with curiosity. His hands were bound with cable ties and his fear struck me in delicious waves. My master appreciated his terror, too, for I felt his interest growing. He set us down very close to the group, and loomed over the captive.

“Who is this?” he asked.

“Your breakfast,” Integra answered. “A traitor to the crown.”

Alucard grinned, making both Sir Islands and the traitor quiver. Now I really smelled urine, but I thought it came from the second man this time.

Here’s my test, girl, he sent to me. She’ll tell me to stop halfway through my feeding, and I’ll have to do it.

“How considerate of you, master,” he said, executing a bow. “You know I wake with a ravenous thirst.” He turned his attention to the trembling turncoat. Slowly, he beckoned to him with a finger. I noticed he had his gloves on, now, but had no idea when he’d formed them.

“Come to me,” he ordered. Pay attention, Seras. It’s far more frightening to the audience if they see I can make a person do as I wish. Yes, I could just grab and kill, but this is so much more fun.

Months ago, his claim would have sickened me. Now, I understood and even envied him his toy. Eagerly, I watched the victim stagger forward. He had such panic, such dread in his bulging brown eyes.

Are you paying attention, little fledgling? First, you give them fear. It makes their blood taste of ambrosia. Alucard ran his hand down the man’s clean-shaven face. He knows he’s going to die. You would think that the end of what I can inspire in him, wouldn’t you?

What else, then, master? The way he handled prey made me pant. He touched carefully, with such an appreciative slowness.

He wrapped a long arm around the man’s waist, leaning over. A hand went into his hair, gripped, and pulled back. Didn’t I say anticipation is good? Look at my audience.

I stole a quick glance at Integra and Sir Islands. My master’s master almost looked bored, but now that I paid attention I could hear her heart beating very rapidly. Her pupils seemed to encompass her irises. She held onto her decorative cane with the tightest grip.

Sir Islands hardly seemed to breathe. He sweated profusely. I noticed a growing bulge at the front of his trousers. Upon taking another look at the traitor, I saw he had an erection, too.

At least I wasn’t the only sick pervert in the room, stimulated by Alucard’s deadly seduction.

Master, it isn’t nice to make the men want you, too, I chided.

He chuckled aloud as he nuzzled his victim’s neck with his lips. I can make them come in their pants. Would you like to see that, police girl?

…yes…

His pleasure with me warmed me inside and out.

Extending his long, serpentine tongue, Alucard licked the man from collarbone to temple. His prey shivered and gasped, going limp. Now my master had to support him entirely.

I can even make him ask for it, Seras. I can make him want my sharp kiss.

The heated tension in the room increased a thousand-fold. Alucard stroked down the man’s side, spreading his hand wide and taking his time. See how he shudders and sighs, Seras? He’s still afraid, but I’ve made him forget about dying. It’s a mercy you can choose to grant or to withhold.

Why did you choose to grant it?

Because I want Sir Islands to feel the shame of homoerotic homicide. He spread that wandering hand across his once-unwilling partner’s abdomen, causing him to tremble and gasp. I smelled a strange scent that reminded me of bleach. Nothing had spilled, yet…

My master bit down. The man in his grip gave a mighty spasm, moaning like a damned soul. He grabbed Alucard’s shoulder and held on tightly.

That odd odor was ejaculate, and it came from two sources. Sir Islands leaned against the threshold, breathing hard.

They let my master drink for a few minutes, but, as he’d predicted, Integra commanded him to stop before he’d finished. Her glazed eyes cut to mine. “Let your fledgling end him, since she’s never seemed willing to kill before,” she said, her voice cold. But, I smiled inside. She knew I’d overcome my aversion to killing, to drinking blood. She merely played us for the ignorant benefit of Sir Islands.

“Sir,” I began, making my voice half plead, half whine.

“Do it, Seras,” she said. “And, do it now.”

My master handed the traitor over to me. Pretending revulsion, I covered his bite with my own lips and began to drink.

Focus on his pleasure, master urged. He’s still high on what I did to him. All you have to do is keep it going.

I found it easy to obey him. An instinct for this kicked in, helped me complete the pleasurable execution. When I dropped the man, I hurriedly wiped my hands on my pants and stepped back, schooling shame to my face.

“Are you satisfied, Sir Islands?” Integra asked, her voice wintry. “The seals hold.”

“I’m satisfied,” he said, his voice shaky. He kept looking at my master, his eyes showing a horrified fascination.

Alucard licked his lips.

Sir Islands pivoted while shuddering, and walked through the door. “I’ll show myself out, Sir Integra,” he said. “Turn the body over to the royal guards for a decent burial.”

Integra waited a moment before following him. Casting us a glance of humor, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and departed.