Their Dark Beginning

When Blood Falls

Anastasia was allowed to leave the Red room, while the Elders returned to their scheduled business. Her presence wasn’t required for further matters, such as determining territory and whatever else the Alphas had matters in. She was grateful too, since this time would give her a moment to clear her head without the overwhelming scent of Alphas clouding her senses.

What have I gotten myself into?

Her thoughts were running rampant as she headed towards the balcony on the floor she was currently on, hoping that the fresh air would allow her to calm herself. There was a gentle breeze, and as she glanced up towards the sky, the moon high in the sky; she felt more at peace.

“What a night.”

She exhaled softly, closing her eyes beneath the moonlight.

“What a night indeed, L’venok.” (Translation; little lion) Madame Volkov spoke, her Russian accent thick, breaking the silent peace Anastasia had found.

Ana looked towards her, obvious displeasure along her beautiful features. She said nothing in response, which was neither rude nor polite. Despite the woman’s mannerisms, Ana had to admit that she was.. gorgeous.

Natascha Volkov was a harsh woman, with tanned skin that was flawless; she had straight black hair that was ornately styled into a braid over her shoulder, and her eyes were an incredibly deep red, almost appearing black at times. She was a voluptuous woman, with an incredible bust, slim waist, and what one would consider perfect child-bearing hips. There was a strength in her posture, and she was tall; as most alphas were. Anastasia found her immensely intimidating, though she would never admit it.

“Cat got your tongue, child? You were feistier in the meeting.” Volkov teased as she neared, exhaling sweet smelling cigar smoke down towards Anastasia’s face as she held her thin cigarillo between her sharp-tipped fingers.

Anastasia sighed, unsure how she felt and how to regard the baiting. “I’m.. just processing my thoughts.”

“Very well. Perhaps I will speak, then.” She paused briefly, before moving closer to Anastasia, and the smell of her was heavy. She smelt of luxurious, thick perfume and smoke, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The Alpha was all in her personal space, as if she had no boundaries, and maybe in Russia.. That’s how the people were, she didn’t know why the woman was as she was. Maybe it was just because she was a confident, entitled True, Pureblooded Alpha.

“I am disappointed you chose those idiots over myself. You seem afraid of me, and showing your fear will allow others to prey on you. You appear weak, and that is what many Purebloods and Alphas thrive on; your nervous obedience and naivety.” Whether her words were true or not, Ana felt embarrassed and angered at the same time, always being talked about like she was a pet to please..

“I didn’t choose you because you were rude, and to be honest, I’ve no interest in women.” She was surprised at her own words, and the harshness of them, but this woman made her hackles raise.

“Poor thing, you’ve just never known the touch of a real woman..” Those sharpened red fingernails bit into her skin as Madame Volkov took hold of her waist, walking her back towards the balcony wall to press her hard up against it. Ana was a good bit shorter than the female Alpha, and her head was practically just above those very bountiful breasts. She blushed and raised her hands to shield herself from being squished, but Volkov continued her pursuit.

“I won’t sully you, child. Just give me a taste. I don’t mind if you struggle.” She purred, leaning her head down as she forcefully pressed Ana’s head with her own, nuzzling her harshly to get her to tilt her head. Once the Omega’s throat was bared, she ran her tongue gently over the scent glands along her throat, and Anastasia gasped in pleasure and horror; her scent spiked, sending off both.. pleasure and distress at the same time.

“No. This isn’t right.. You’re not my Alpha!” Her soft protests were nothing against this bulk of a woman, and no one had ever touched her scent glands like that before. It was a bundle of nerves, reserved for the touch of a mate, or partner, and it made her toes curl. It was exceptionally sensitive, and she squirmed beneath Natascha, weakly pushing at her chest to move her.

“Hush.” A hand came to cover her mouth, and just before Natascha could sink her teeth in... She was ripped and shoved back from Anastasia.

Stefan Kardos was at her side, looking vicious, even without his fangs bared. His maroon eyes were darker then, appearing almost as black as Volkov’s. “How kind of you to find Anastasia for me. I will take over from here.” It was an obvious order of dismissal, and as a Pureblood Elder himself, Volkov quietly left without another word. If Giovanni had appeared... a fight would’ve ensued, but things were different with vampires and their politics.

He turned, straightening his suit before turning towards the frightened Omega. He said nothing at first, merely raising a hand to wipe the wetness from her neck with a gentle touch; until his grasp grew tighter with a possessive grip. It wasn’t painful, merely dominant in its pressure, as if he was wiping away the touch of another with his hand.

“She was out of line to touch you. There will be repercussions.”

He was gruff, but he had saved her to a degree, even if she wished he would be more comforting. Anastasia wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face into his suit jacket. His hand was still around her throat, but he shifted to squeeze the back of her neck, releasing the tension in her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet, but he heard her clear as day. Her scent was calming, no longer signaling distress, and that made the Alpha within him purr. She responded so well to him, good thing I made it to her before that mutt. Stefan laughed inwardly, pleased with himself.

It wasn’t as though he planned for her to be harassed by another, but it was surely working out to his advantage.

“Once we have spent more time together, I will show you the true pleasure of a bite from your Alpha. Volkov would hardly compare.” His thumb dragged down over the sensitive line of her throat, and she tilted her head willingly for him, embarrassed at her brazenness all the while.

“I could still choose Giovanni.” Her eyes raised, looking up towards his with a matter-of-fact look along her features. She raised a hand, taking hold of his wrist as he caressed her, before she pulled his hand from her throat. “We still have a long way to go, and I’m not a pet to play with. You may very well win, but that is yet to be seen, Alpha.”

Although she smiled sweetly, her words spiked his ire. Nevertheless, Stefan acted composed as he looped his arm around her waist. “You are right, of course, Omega. Now then, will you allow me to act as your escort for the remainder of the night? For your protection.”

She couldn’t say no to that, not when every Alpha in the vicinity was deadset on touching or manhandling her, including Stefan. But she had chosen him, partly, as her designated potential Alpha.

I did this to myself. Do I regret it?

Her eyes stayed steady on Stefan as he lead her away, his hand caressing farther down her waist, indecently sliding down her hip.. He was incorrigible, but she was sure she could manage him..

Maybe.