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Click hereThe door knocked.
"Jessy?" No response. Natasha mumbled, got up, and headed for the door. She talked as she opened it. "Jessy, you—"
"Hello my dear." It was Lucas, and Damien. The two were just standing there, arms folded together under their robes on their chests.
"Uh... um...." She started to back away. She was in shorts and a t-shirt, her sword was in another room, as was her pistol. No way to defend herself.
Panic flooded her, but she forced it down. She wasn't a fledgling, she was a right hand of the Invictus. Don't panic. Don't let the the ancient elder at your door make you panic.
She inched her way toward her bedroom. "You can't... touch me. The Invictus won't allow it."
They both stepped in. Damien looked sad, but Lucas smiled. "Madame Turio knows how to play the game well, Miss Vola. Come with us. Your life will be spared."
"Maria... she...." Betrayed? What? He said her life would be spared, but then why did they break into her apartment building to come for her? Did they even have to break in? Did Maria let them in?
Too many questions! Too much risk. She had to get away, had to get out.
"... um, wait, hold on...."
"Please, Miss Vola, if you do not come with us then I am afraid we will have to make you," Lucas said. He walked after her, a gentle smile on his face. From so close, she could see the final details of his oddly colored robes, and she could smell just a touch of the weird fabric's ancient origin. Skin?
"You c-can't expect me t-t-t-t-t... to just... come."
Then Lucas's smile faded. "Very well." From beneath his gentle gaze rose stern eyes, a harsh glare, and a deep anger that had her trembling. "Damien, take her."
Damien was next to her, between her and the door. She hadn't seen him move! Fast. So fast. Faster than her. He wasn't this fast when she had shot him.
"How did you—"
The stake hit her heart fast enough that, when she looked down, she couldn't really understand that there was a piece of wood sticking out of her chest. It took a moment for the paralysis to kick in, just long enough that she could look back up and at Damien.
He looked so sad.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 5 years agoWhy is this chapter rated so low ? When I saw the scores I was worried about seeing some horrendous shit, but it's not that bad ??
Anonymousover 5 years agoYour writing is way too good for that. Wouldn't want to watch one of the main characters in a scene like that and would certainly respond to such a scene by voting in an appropriate manner but I'm having way too much fun to just stop reading.
NovusAnimusover 5 years agoAuthorIt was never my intention to write a 'cucking' scene; I didn't feel I had. Julias and Beatrice were the only two people in the sex, everyone else was a meal/prey/toys to be enjoyed. Yeah Kindred can be a little weird like that. But I'll try and tweak such scenes in the future so they read less like 'cucking'.
However, there will be scenes in the future with multiple men and a single woman, just as there are already scenes with multiple women and a single man. If you dislike that, I suggest you stop reading.
Anonymousover 5 years agoThere's a difference between the two. Call it the male ego or hypocrisy or whatever. But that cuck shit is going to turn people off. It's a request . Don't add it.
That being said. I must praise your prose dude. It flows so fucking smoothly. I don't want to miss reading even a single fucking word. Even other greats here like tefler or ipd don't have a writing style this great. You don't indulge yourself too much but it's just stylish enough to keep us gripped. This is better than many vampire fiction that gets published. Trust me. Keep it up.
