Kidnapped for the Auction

Rowan - First Contact

All eyes turned to her standing in the doorway and she realised that they had totally forgotten about her in the midst of their crisis.

She had known that something was wrong with him this morning; there was something in his face that was different and the harsh way that he was speaking to her. When his face had changed so dramatically earlier whilst he was talking to his mother she had finally accepted that he really was a vampire. He looked alien and frightening and it had taken some time for her to start to feel anything other than horror towards him.  

As she sat waiting awkwardly with his parents, who were making their worry for him and displeasure at her clear, she started to think about what was actually happening. He was going to have to find someone to seduce in order to survive; which in theory may seem ok but in reality must make him feel cheap and dirty. It also felt morally wrong that he was going to prey on another, even if he didn’t feel that he had any other choice.

 She also couldn’t stop thinking about how good he was being to her, her captivity aside. He could have easily forced her to let him feed, and do more besides, but he hadn’t, and she believed that he wouldn’t.

She knew that he couldn’t have fed when they all convened in the kitchen without her when Lance and Perin returned. She heard snippets of a hurried conversation outside the kitchen door between Lance and his mother. “Walked away from her… In bad shape…”

Rowan couldn’t think of why he hadn’t fed, let’s face it, he was gorgeous. He wouldn’t have had trouble finding a woman who could be seduced. She had crept closer to the kitchen door, unnoticed, to try to hear what was happening.

It wasn’t until she heard him refuse to command her, even though he was in pain and being persuaded by his mother, that she decided what she was going to do.

It was likely that she was going to be here a while, she reasoned, it was likely that she would need to feed him eventually if she wanted to earn his trust. Plus, she didn’t like to see him in pain. Whether that was the nurse in her coming out, or just because he was another living being, she wanted to help him.

“You don’t have to…” he began, his voice sounding much rougher than usual.

“I know,” she said firmly, “but I will.”

Perin’s eyes locked with hers and she could see the hope and desperation shadowing them. He obviously realised that she meant it when he lurched to his feet. He really was in a bad way; he had lost his usual fluidity of movement, his steps were jerky and unstable.

“Let’s go home.”  He said, ushering her towards the door.

His parents and Lance hadn’t said a word during the exchange, but his mother quickly sprang into action.

“You go home, call me tomorrow so that I know you are ok.” She followed then to the front door, acting like she couldn’t get them out of it quickly enough.  

“I will do.” He said, and they turned to walk down the corridor. When they were out of earshot he turned to her seriously.

“You’re sure about this? Because if you are not then I probably shouldn’t be alone with you. I can’t trust myself when I’m like this.” He was trying to sound non-threatening, but his underlying tension was obvious.

“I’m sure.” She replied. “Although I do have some questions before…” she trailed off, suddenly feeling fearful. Would it be very painful?

“That’s understandable,” he said, seeming a little calmer now that he knew that she was going to let him take from her. “Let’s get back and we can talk.”

The walk back was interesting. Twice Perin had to stop, doubled over in pain, but held his hand up to ward her off when she tried to help him. At least his face didn’t change into the awful feral visage of before, as that may have had her questioning her decision.

Arriving back at the apartment, Rowan was suddenly frightened. What if he couldn’t control himself and really hurt her? He must have sensed her hesitation as he unlocked the door as he said,

“Sit down for a minute. I will get a glass of water and then we can talk.”

Rowan did as she was told, listening to him moving around in the kitchen.

“What would you like to know?” he sat across from her cradling his glass.

“What do I have to do?” she asked, trying her best to keep the tremble from her voice.

“It may make you feel faint or drowsy, so it may be best for us to go to bed so you’re laying down. Wear something that leaves your throat exposed so it won’t get in the way.”

“Ok, then what?”

“Then we’ll go to sleep, and that’s that.” He sounded nonchalant but it was clear that he was excited by this thought.

“So I just have to lay there and let you do it?” she clarified.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He replied, with a shrug.

Before she could stop herself, she blurted “Will it hurt?”

His expression softened. “It may hurt. The more relaxed you are the less painful it will be. That’s another reason why bed is a good place for this.”

She nodded, although she was fairly certain that being in bed with him and him touching her would not be relaxing! And didn’t he say that blood lust and regular lust went together? What if he tried to do… something?

“I’ll let you get ready,” he said, and went back through to the kitchen whilst she made her way to the bathroom. She went through the motions of cleaning her teeth and putting on her pyjamas, although instead of the button up top that went with the set she put on a vest top. It wasn’t until she was looking at her pale, worried face in the mirror above the sink that she realised that there had been several opportunities to escape this evening.

The door at his parent’s home had been left unlocked whilst they had their crisis counsel in the kitchen, leaving her alone in the sitting room. She could have slipped out unnoticed. Although she wasn’t certain that she would have been able to find the lift from there.

And whilst he was doubled over in pain she could have ran. She did know the way out from here, but maybe he would have been able to master himself if he really needed to catch her, or worse, it may have tipped him over the edge into full on out of control aggression.

She felt uncomfortable with the idea that she had somehow forgotten that she was looking for avenues of escape. The overreaching thought at the time had been that he needed her help, rather than the need to help herself. That was the most frightening thing; was she going to facilitate her own captivity.    

After a few panicked breaths, she regained her composure, came out from the bathroom and got into the bed to wait, trying to calm her racing heart.

He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom shortly after.

“Ok?” he asked her.

 Not trusting her voice, she just nodded, and watching him walk through to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes he came out and started to get undressed, seeming rather nervous himself. He was not looking at her as he stripped off his shirt and jeans, leaving himself in just his boxers.  He went over and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness, then she felt him get into bed.  

They lay side by side for a second, the lack of light making her adrenaline spike. She flinched as his hand reached for her waist and tried to lay still, the anticipation of what he was about to do so much worse by not being able to see what was coming.

Instead of the stinging pain on her throat that she was expecting, his other arm slid up behind her pulling her closer to him, then she felt his thigh pushing between hers.

“What are you doing?” she asked, starting to struggle against his hold. He had said that lust and bloodlust were one and the same for him; did he need to mimic s*x in order to feed?!

“I’m trying to help you relax and for us to be comfortable.” He sounded normal, like he was still in control of himself. Rowan didn’t say anything, but allowed him to pull her against him again. His chest was broad and warm, and she tried to relax into him. His thigh between hers  was definitely not helping; she didn’t know whether to push against it with her own or to allow hers to fall open. Either option seemed overtly s****l.

She felt the brush of his lips at her throat and tensed ready for his bite, but his lips brushed her again and again as he softly kissed her throat. She released a shaky breath; this was feeling a lot more like a seduction than a clinical “feeding”, and she was loath to admit that it was not entirely unpleasant.

She found that her hand had crept to his bicep and was squeezing the muscle there. Another brush of his lips and tongue against her throat made her sigh involuntarily, and that was when he bit.

She yelped at the pain, clutching at his arm, and he held her a little closer. It felt strange, having this warm pressure on her throat, but after the initial shock it didn’t hurt anymore.

He was making little grunts of pleasure as he drew her blood, reminiscent of a baby animal suckling. She settled against him, allowing his body to cover hers further. She could feel his hardened c**k against her hip, but it wasn’t as worrying as she had thought it would be. She could see how he had gotten away with this as part of a seduction, but how it went unnoticed when it took so long she didn’t know!

It took her a minute or so for her to realise that he had stopped sucking, and was back to gently kissing her throat again.

He murmured something but she didn’t catch what it was, and rolled over onto his back, taking her with him to lie in the crook of his arm.

She felt sleepy and relaxed, and allowed her hand to rest over his strongly beating heart. She knew that there was a reason that she shouldn’t be doing this, but it didn’t seem so important at that moment. There was something very intimate and somehow satisfying in what had just taken place; she had provided sustenance for him, given him life, essentially from her own flesh. What closer bond could there be?

She breathed in the scent of him, already familiar with his clean, masculine smell, and felt herself drifting off into sleep, warm and content. In that moment, at least.