The Servant Trade

Chapter 5

Amelia POV

                The drive to David’s estate began before the sun rose. My nightmare made it difficult for me to fall asleep when it occurred.  I called Bethesda because David decided to take turn at the wheel. I was ecstatic that he allowed me to keep in contact with the woman that raised me. She was the only mother I remembered. She seemed happy that I was able to call as well. It was disheartening to learn about Faith’s death. I spoke to Bethesda as we mourned her loss together. I told her in detail about Vysier. I learned his name after his demise. David ensured his remains would be returned to his sire, with an explanation for why he died.

                After the conversation ended, I did doze a little against the passenger window of the car, which was actually a conversion van with blacked out windows and a partition between the cab and the back. David would be able to sleep safely, while I drove during the day. David touched my arm gently, startling me from sleep.

                “There’s a couple hours until sunrise,” he said quietly. “It’s more comfortable in back.”

                I smiled appreciatively and made my way to his bed. The bed had a lid for added protection. It wasn’t actually a coffin, but it resembled one. I didn’t need to be completely covered. I just needed a nap. I felt spoiled and slightly guilty. I was supposed to serve him, and he was forced to play chauffer because I was too tired to drive. Sleep took me quickly because the bed with a lid was so comfortable. It was a satin covered mattress with a warm blanket. I snuggled down into the pillow and was out as soon as I closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I slept, but when David woke me, the left side of his face and his left arm were blistered. I knew why because I could see the sun streaming in from the windshield.

                “Why did you let me sleep so long?” I scolded, which only served to make him laugh.

                “I need you to be fully alert, while driving,” he said.

                “But your face,” I exclaimed.

                “Do I repulse you, Amelia?”

                “It’s quite disgusting, like Freddie Kruger,” I said bluntly. I knew he was powerful enough that a few minutes of sunlight wouldn’t kill him, but the burns looked excruciating.

                “It’s nothing a little sleep and some of your sweet blood won’t fix,” he said nonchalantly.

                I sighed heavily and moved my hair to the side to give him access. I was well educated in the regenerative abilities of vampires and knew he was right. It just meant I would need to eat and drink most of the food and water in the cooler in one day. The map indicated the drive would be three days. I had to drive through Michigan’s Upper Peninsula to Wisconsin for a border crossing operated by supernatural beings. It would be bad, if I had to go through human customs during the day. That meant a longer drive, and I would need to acquire more food before the sun rose the next morning.

                Despite the blistering burns on David’s face, I felt a shiver when he licked my exposed skin. He really knew how to turn me on. He chuckled as he sank his fangs through my skin. It was blissful and erotic to feed him. I clung to him as the throbbing between my legs began in earnest. My attire of a long, warm dress and no undergarments was convenient. He pushed me to my back and penetrated me while he fed. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, encouraging his powerful thrusts. He withdrew his fangs licked the puncture wounds closed. His thrusts became harder and faster, leaving me breathless. I felt like I was pure sensation, screaming when I orgasmed and hugging him tighter with my thighs. He groaned a short time later as he climaxed. I remained in his arms until he drifted into slumber. His face was already starting to heal. I knew he’d be handsome again by evening.

                I looked over the map to determine where we were, while I ate. I was extremely hungry after all the s*x and feeding my master. I had no complaints though. The experience was incredible. I just needed to make sure that I ate enough to keep up with his appetites. The route was predetermined by David’s head of security. There were places to stop for the night already marked. It would be easy going until we reached the destination in northern Canada. I wondered if it would be cold and snowing when we arrived. It was early autumn in northern Michigan and already chilly.

                It was about an hour before sunset when I pulled the van into a campground frequently used by supernaturals. That meant it wasn’t marked on any human map. There were no facilities, only dense forest. There wasn’t even any sign of recent use. Supernaturals were more connected with the earth than humans. They respected the forests. I was taught to have the same respect while I grew up. The spot was breathtaking in my mind.

                The canopy was colorful as the trees prepared to drop their leaves for winter. I took in the reds, oranges, yellows, and browns as I inhaled the fresh air deeply. I was hungry again, despite having snacked a majority of the day while I drove. It was part of being a vampire’s main food source. I checked the lid on David’s bed to make sure it was tight before I opened the cargo door to unload the camping gear. It was when I closed the door again that I felt like we were being watched. It made me nervous because if another supernatural wanted to use this spot, I was toast.

                I decided not to let my unease show as I got to work to set up the firepit and tent. I would need a good night of sleep if I was going to make good time tomorrow as well. I was unrolling my sleeping bag when I heard twigs snapping in the woods. I quickly left the tent and saw the man approaching. That was definitely not good, but it could be worse. At least my stalker was human. I could deal with a human.

                The man was dressed in camo with a silver cross embroidered on the left breast of his jacket. The cross was a symbol used by human hunters of the supernatural. There was more than one organization that sought out and killed vampires, witches, and the like. This man had stakes on his left hip, which indicated that he knew there was a vampire nearby. It also indicated that his knowledge laid largely in mythology. I wanted to laugh but refrained. A poorly educated hunter could still pose a threat to my master. I quickly put myself between the hunter and the van. David might not be asleep anymore, but he hadn’t emerged, so I had no sure way of knowing.

                “Don’t fear me,” the hunter said. “I’m here to free you.”

                “Free me? So, I can serve your masters?” I scoffed. The alternative to serving David was hunting and killing innocent people. I said as much. I could never be truly free, I understood and accepted that.

                “Your master is a monster,” the man said.

                “And humans aren’t?” I countered. “My own father attempted to end my life when I was just a baby. I was rescued by one of these ‘monsters’. You will not touch my master.”

                “I see,” the hunter murmured. “He has a spell on you. Once he’s dead, you’ll be free of his curse.”

                He withdrew a long, silver dagger from a sheath at his right hip. I scoffed again. This guy was delusional. Did the hunters really believe that silver was toxic to the supernatural? The dagger would do no more than irritate and anger my master. The wooden stakes would injure but not kill him, even if one was placed in his heart, which was full of warmth. I took a fighting stance and continued to bar the hunter from accessing the van. This fight would lend proof to David of my loyalty. I would protect him with my life, if it was necessary. I doubted the sacrifice would be necessary for this fight. Bethesda and her personal servants taught me how to fight well because of the threat hunters posed to the supernatural.

                He inched closer in a vain attempt to get to the cargo door. I lunged at him, knocking him off balance. He managed to wield his blade and slice through the sleeve of my dress. The cut on my arm was painful and annoying, but it wasn’t debilitating. I’d received worse in my life. Sparring with the other residents of Bethesda’s school, usually without pads, gave me a high pain tolerance. My start in life helped immensely too. While I didn’t remember the first eight months of my life, I knew enough from what Bethesda told me to know it was painful.

                The hunter jumped back and to his feet. He still attempted to skirt around me, maintaining the notion that if he killed David, I’d be free and become his friend. That wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t kill David. For all I knew, David was already wide awake and listening, maybe even watching the altercation. The sun was low enough in the sky that it wouldn’t bother him, if he emerged from the van. He was a millennium and a half old after all.

                The idea of David watching kindled my desire again. I had it bad for him, without the influence of his magic. I never thought of fighting as foreplay before. I kicked out at the hunter. My boot connected with his shoulder, sending him stumbling back. He nearly managed to slice my calf, but I was faster. His poor fighting ability nearly had me laughing. It made me wonder how hunters were able to kill any supernatural being at all. Did they rely so heavily on their faulty myths about how to kill a supernatural? I knew exactly how to kill David, but that was not information I was willing to share with this miscreant.

                “I don’t want to hurt you,” the hunter said pleadingly.

                “I don’t think you could, if you did want to hurt me,” I countered. “You will not lay a finger on my master either.”

                I wondered how the hunter knew exactly when a vampire would arrive at the campsite. It was a question I would address, after he was disabled, and I did need to keep my focus on the rather disappointing fight. He continued to plead with me, telling me how he was once a servant to a witch but escaped. It was a tidbit I was able to deduce on my own by the small tattoo on his temple. Witches and werewolves marked their servants with tattoos. If he’d belonged to werewolves, his tattoo would have circumvented his neck, like a collar. Any with magic would be able to look at the tattoo and know who owned him. All supernatural beings had some magic, even if it was just a little.

                A blur of dark clothing in my periphery told me that David was wide awake and letting me handle the “threat” to his life. The only way this hunter had a chance against David was if he was in slumber. Vampires didn’t die during the day, but their sleep was so deep that a modern-day heart monitor wouldn’t be able to detect a heartbeat. A mirror under the nose was the best indicator of breathing. The nearly undetectable vital signs were what led to the myth that they die during the day. Such deep sleep did make them nearly oblivious to the world and therefore left them highly vulnerable.

                “You would choose the life of a slave over freedom?” the hunter asked sadly.

                “Every human serves someone. I choose to stay and serve my master,” I answered.

                “His spell must be powerful. I didn’t want it to come to this,” he said and pulled a pistol from his belt. I hadn’t even seen it. He didn’t have time to aim it.

                David came out of hiding and wrenched the man’s arms behind his back. I laughed when he screamed. David’s eyes locked on mine as his fang elongated. The hunter would feed him tonight. That was good because I felt like I was still recovering from feeding David earlier. I looked at my master’s handsome face. It was perfect again and had my heart racing. A little blood and slumber did heal him completely, not that I doubted the claim.

                “It was thoughtful for you to catch my dinner, Ames,” he said in a silky deep voice. “Take care of that cut, while I sup.”

                I didn’t move, only watched as David sank his fangs into the hunter’s neck. The foolish man tried to fight, but David was much stronger and yanked his head to the side. I’m sure the force was enough to break the man’s neck because his body fell limp. It wasn’t enough to numb him or kill him though. His agonized screams echoed off the canopy as David fed. David’s obsidian eyes were still fixed on me. I know he was pleased with me, and the knowledge froze me in place. I felt my n*****s harden against the fabric of my dress. My arousal started to moisten my inner thighs. I licked my lips as I tried to breath. I was able to move just enough to remove my dress and stand naked before my master. The air was cool, but my arousal and the recent fight kept me warm enough. The cool air only made me feel more sensitive.

David POV

                I kept my eyes on Amelia as I drained the life of the hunter that nearly pulled a gun on her. If it weren’t for the dirty trick, I knew that Amelia would have been able to disable the man, even with the cut on her arm, which she did nothing to clean up. She stood there with her wide, blue eyes fixed on my face. The hunter’s blood was infused with fear, which made it sour in my mouth. Amelia’s blood was infused with her arousal, which was strong. The arousal made her already delectable blood more satisfying, but I continued to drain the hunter. I needed Amelia to be strong for the journey home.

                She didn’t make the decision an easy one. The blood from her cut traveled down her milky skin to her fingertips and dripped on the ground. The breeze carried her arousal to my nose and made my mouth water, despite the sufficient meal courteously provided by the arrogant hunter. When the hunter was dead, I tossed his corpse to land in front of Amelia’s tent. Then I pounced on my new servant. She screamed and laughed. Adrenaline accompanied the bouquet of her life sustaining blood.

                “You’re a willful woman,” I chided as he took her bleeding arm and brought it to my mouth.

                “Antiseptic burns,” she said.

                I shook my head and licked the cut slowly. Amelia sighed happily and gripped my hair with her other hand. She tugged just enough to spark my desire for her luscious body. I ignored it as I cleaned her skin of blood. My saliva was more effective at closing the wound than a bandage. It was just as effective at preventing infection as antiseptic too. Our saliva was what allowed us to keep humans for sustenance without compromising their health too much, as long as they had enough food and rest to accommodate the blood loss.

                “What should I do about your willfulness?” I mused when her bleeding was stopped and her skin clean.

                Amelia smirked and shrugged in response to my question. I loved her playfulness. I loved that she was honest with me so far as well. Her willingness to defend me with her life proved she was loyal enough already. There was no need for the spell that would kill her, if she was disloyal. I decided it would remove it the next time I fed on her. Until then, I decided to indulge her playfulness. I kissed her red lips and felt her hands in my hair again. She ground her crotch against my bulging pants. This woman made me painfully hard. I pulled away and grinned at her.

                “On your hands and knees,” I ordered. She scrambled to obey with her chest heaving as evidence of her arousal. “I’m glad you were quick to defend me, but I have to address your disobedience.”

                “Are you going to f**k me as punishment?” she laughed.

                I laughed too and said, “No.”

                She caught onto my line of thought and shuddered but didn’t move or complain. The orgasms I intended to give her were her reward for her behavior. I wasn’t even upset that she failed to clean and dress her wound. The little bit of her blood that I tasted washed the sour taste of my meal from my mouth. For that I was grateful.

                Amelia gasped when I landed my palm on her upturned ass. She rotated her hips to give me more complete access. I could see her arousal glistening between her legs. I landed a series of hard spanks on her skin. She moaned from a mixture of pain and her desire. Her juices started to trickle down her inner thighs, making me smile. I paused the spanking to fondle her. Her moans became those of sheer pleasure and were music to my ancient ears. Bethesda taught her well, I thought with a smile. Vampires had a wide array of fetishes. It was necessary because of our strong libidos and long lives. I resumed the spanking and marveled in Amelia’s responses to the punishment.

                She panted and moaned but expressed no real discomfort. I spanked her ass, upper thighs, and p***y. When my palm landed on her crotch, she gasped loudly and met my hand. I knew her arousal was becoming uncomfortable to her. My erection strained to be free and buried inside her. I spanked her extra for the discomfort she caused my c**k, that only made her laugh.

                “Is this punishment a joke to you?” I asked, feeling amused.

                “It is,” she laughed again. “I think my p***y will combust, if you don’t take me soon.”

                “Have you learned your lesson?”

                “I’ve learned that if I disobey, you’ll spank me before f*****g me,” she countered.

                I couldn’t help but laugh as I opened the front of my pants. Perhaps she enjoyed the spanking. Bethesda did say that Amelia had an excessive pain tolerance and enjoyed sparring more than most of the humans she raised. Amelia often sparred without pads because they hindered her movements. I could respect that. I didn’t need a new maid, but I could use a few new guards. It was too convenient that a vampire hunter was waiting for us in this spot.

                Amelia moaned loudly from pleasure when I penetrated her. Her skin was hot from the punishment, but it didn’t stop her from pushing back to meet my thrusts. I reveled in how her inner walls milked my c**k, almost greedily. I couldn’t remember the last time one of my human servants were so eager for me so quickly. I watched her fingers dig into the soil and assumed her toe were curled too. When she climaxed, it took all of my self-control not to come. She squeezed me so hard, it was euphoric.

                “Harder,” she urged and pushed toward me with more energy.

                “f**k,” I groaned and smacked her ass again.

                Amelia hissed and encouraged me to continue. She was damned near perfect. I wanted to ravage her, but her human body couldn’t handle the full force of my passion. I did relent to her request and unleashed as much as I could without breaking her. Her moans became loud cries and screams of pure lust. When she climaxed again, I couldn’t hold back. It was okay, she was mine forever. We’d be having a lot of s*x in the future. She collapsed in the dirt, panting heavily and sighing with contentment.

                “Did I wear you out?” I asked.

                “Yes, but I’m starving too,” she answered.

                “I’ll go hunt for your dinner,” I said. “Get dressed, so you don’t freeze.”

                “I’m not cold,” she said with a grin, “but okay.”

 Fredrick Roobal POV

                I am a representative on the Vampiric High Counsel. One of my duties is to forward the remains of deceased vampires to their sires, if the remains come to the North American capital just outside of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I arrived in my office shortly after sunset to find a coffin in the center of the floor. There was a note attached to the lid with a short list of the dead vampire’s crimes against a more powerful vampire. There was even a disc with footage of the confession and death of the vampire.

                “Vysier, you i***t,” I mumbled.

                In the vampire world, theft and damage to property was punishable by death, if the offender was only two years old and the victim was fifteen centuries old. To tell the truth, I never liked Vysier. He was my brood mate though. I was obligated to tell my sire, who I did love, about Vysier’s “tragic” demise. He caused problems for Collin, our sire, since his rebirth. I picked up the received on my desk and dialed the number. Collin didn’t care for modern technology. He only begrudgingly had a landline in his Wyoming estate. I hoped he was there. I didn’t want to relay the message via telepathy.

                “Hello?” Collin’s smooth deep voice answered.

                “Daddy, this is Fred,” I replied.

                “Freddie, are you coming home tonight?” he asked happily.

                “I am, but the reason is not a happy one, Daddy,” I said. “It seems that Vysier had a run in with David Kingston and attempted to steal and beat one of his servants.” I paused as Collin swore on the other end. “I’ll bring him home right away, Daddy. I’m sorry for your loss.”

                “What is the Council going to do about the murder?” Collin asked angrily.

                “Nothing. Lord Kingston was within his rights to deliver swift justice for the wrongdoing,” I said. That didn’t mean we couldn’t retaliate and ask for retribution. I reminded my angry sire about that fact. Sometimes it’s more satisfying to take matters into one’s own hands anyway. Collin was quick to agree. He ordered me to bring my brood mate to his home immediately. I knew it would be a rough night, but Collin taught me to love that sort of thing. “See you soon, Daddy.”

                When the call ended, I put in for a leave of absence. Collin would want me there for at least a week. A tragic death in a vampire family was grounds for immediate leave. It didn’t matter that I hated Vysier and he fully deserved his fate. I missed my sire and would use any reason to be at his side. Even if the reason was plotting revenge on a vampire that was more powerful than the two of us put together. Collin was just over a millennium old, and I was only about three hundred. David Kingston had offspring older than my sire. Yet, Collin was the lord of our family because he was the oldest in his brood. One of his brood mates killed his sire. Collin killed the offender and took power of his brood and his offspring.

                I tucked the small coffin under my arm and left my office. There wasn’t any need to wait for my leave to be approved. In the unlikely event it was denied, I could work from Collin’s estate or return to Milwaukee quickly. I needed to console my sire. I knew a few of David’s brood that no one, not even David would miss. It was one of the benefits of being on the Council. I had access to a lot of family trees.