His Mortal Lover

Chapter 2

She stared at the wall for as long as she could remember. Her visits with Rory were always the same, he would seduce her, then feed off her. She found out why this happened to one of the maids who have been taking care of her. She was a "blood bag" as they put it... and truth be told she freaked when she found out the mansion was full of nothing but vampires and some human slaves. She was mortified that every time she came back from Rory's feeding hour, she would curl into the bed and silently weep.

The door gently pushed opened to reveal her maid, a rather tall female with silver hair and yellow eyes. She was older, much more beautiful. "Luna? Are you okay?" The female whispered before shutting the door completely behind her. Luna sniffled as she sat up, watching as the maid neared her bed. "I hate it here..." Luna muttered chucking her pillow at the mirror. The maid only smiled softly before sitting next to her on the edge. "I know, believe me I did too." She sighed as she put a hand on hers.

"What do you mean you did? Were you human once?" She said silently, almost not even a question. The maid only nods before standing. "I was used up and tossed away. They turned me when they needed another maid to come around." She said politely before setting down food and water for her like she was some animal that needed to be constantly fed.

"Try not to throw your food out the window this time okay?" She smiled before leaving the room with Luna's shocked gaze following her.

She swore and shoved the food to the floor. "f**k your food you tyrant!" She sneered and snatched the glass of water off the table. She savored the water only because she needed the blood back that was so violently ripped from her. She put the glass down before flopping into bed again. Her only attire consisted of silk gowns of different shades, though they never ventured anywhere past red. There were no under garments for her, so she was practically nude with the only thing keeping her dignity in line being a silk gown that felt smooth to the touch.

She fiddled with the collar around her neck, there was a tag in it that read; "Rory #4" That gorgeous asshole branded her, claimed her as his as if she were some dog. She knew better than to rip it off... last time she did, a male named Ghost had beat her until Rory had deemed her well punished.

There was a knock on the door, and as if the thought summoned him, Ghost appeared, shutting the door behind him. Though he wasn't here to take her to Rory, no he was here for something else...

"You know, I'm sick of it. Hearing him please these other females all day while I have to babysit your pathetic ass." Ghost scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. His yellow eyes narrowed around the gown I was wearing, how it barely reached to my middle thigh...

He seemed to stiffen before an almost feline smile creeps onto his face. He un-crosses his arms and makes is way to where she's laying. "Rory seems to be saving you for last, I'm not sure why..." He murmurs and as quick as fire, he is hovering over her, his hands braced on either side of her head. His hand roams from her calf to her thigh. "Such a small and fragile thing." He mutters, grabbing a fist full of her hair.

She is about to scream before the door opens and Rory is standing at the entrance. "I though I smelled her fear from all the way back there." Rory hissed as he made his way to where he laid over me. "You think you can have a go with her before I do?" He growls, grabbing the back of his shirt and tossing him off her. Ghost falls a good distance away, groaning in pain. "I apologize, My lord..." Ghost grunts as he gets up from the floor only to be shoved back down by an intimidating Rory.

"Did I say you can get up?" He spat, his eyes red now. Luna just watched from the distance, her eyes wide with terror, but for some reason, she was comfortable to. She couldn't believe that the one who was to use her was protecting her...

Ghost laid still on the floor, his eyes darting from Rory to Luna. "Why do you care so much?" Ghost finally had the balls to say, a question even she was wondering. Rory only smiled his feline smile before saying.

"Because she is mine, and you know no body touches what's mine." He kicks Ghost in the ribs before opening the door and shoving him out with his foot. "Go prey on some other human. I'm sure there's ones in here more lovely than her." He sneered before slamming the door on him. Rory looks back at her with indifference. Stalking to her like she was the doe and he was a wolf ready to pounce.

"You were going to let him, weren't you?" He scoffed as he stopped at the edge of my bed. She remembers what happened to Ghost and violently shakes her head. "I-I was going to scream but you already came..." She fretting, pushing herself up against the bed frame, cursing her knees to her chest. She was terrified, but still calm.

"You aren't the fighter they said you were." Rory growled before stalking away and slamming the door behind him. She only gaped at the door before anger filled her head and began throwing things at the door. Oh you want fighter? She thought. Then it's fighter you'll get.

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She was tugged out of the room again. Her eyes blazed with a promise. She didn't make it easy for them, she fought every second of the way. When they tugged on her leash, she only stopped dead in the middle of the hallways and jerked her body back, earning a harsh tug in response. When they rounded a corner, she slammed her body behind the wall, not moving. She was going to be a fighter. She was no longer going to make it easy.

"You little brat!" Seth hissed before yanking the chain and smacking her across the face. She was stunned before laughing softly. Seth sucked in his teeth and shoved her into the wall, hand braced strongly around her neck. She wasn't alarmed, she only tilted her head with a mischievous smile on her face. "What's wrong? I'm not frail and scared anymore?" She teased, stepping on his foot in response to his now shocked features.

"Rory is surely going to enjoy you." Seth sneered with an almost uncomfortable smile on his face. She only then started to feel small bits of worry as they neared his chamber doors. "In you go, brat!" She was shoved into the room and yelped as she fell onto the carpet, it's soft material comforting her.

Rory smiled, it took her a moment to realize what he was smiling at when she saw her grown had lifted to the start of her ass. She blushed before glaring at the now lustful Seth and fixing her gown. "Pig." She hissed before standing up and held her chin high, her gaze defiant as they landed on Rory. Rory tilted his head and dismissed Seth, his gaze now full of bright curiosity.

"Something's changed" Rory chuckled as he looked her up and down. He motioned for her to come forward, though she realized he wasn't holding her leash... She could make a run for it right now, but for some reason she was rooted in place. "Is it what I said?" Rory smiled before he decided it was better off coming to her.

"You want a fighter, then a fighter you'll get." She sneered. He seemed to be taken aback by the fact she spoke. His shock was only replaced by a not so subtle smile as she was shoved onto the bed. Rory having the leash now wrapped around his wrist.

"Oh so she speaks?" Rory purrs. His eyes sparkling with mischief as he settled himself behind her, tugging the chain up so her head was inclined backwards. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was enjoying this. "Good..." he muttered, she could feel his hands on her back now, shivers slowly made their way up her spine.

"Well, go on. Fight me." He muttered, pressing his pelvis against her ass. She froze. This must have been another act into seducing her... if it worked he would surely feed off her. Something clicked within her like some magical survival instinct as she bucked her hips into him, making him falter backwards as she flipped herself onto her back, not caring what her gown now expose as she yanked the leash from off his wrist and kicked him off the bed like a kangaroo.

She must have frozen as she heard Rory laugh from where he lay on the floor. "God, aren't you a pleasure." He taunted, getting onto his knees and propped his elbows on the bed, head in hands, staring at her... "Maybe I was wrong."

The fight never left her eyes, she was glaring at him now. Using the last of her decency she shielding her prized parts away from him, using a pillow for cover. It didn't go unnoticed though as Rory's eyes glazed over her exposed legs and mid thigh. "I'm going to have much fun with you..." he breathed before saying what would scare her till the end of her existence.

"You're to be staying in my room, for now on."