Like Father, Like Son
The screaming seemed to go on forever, as Aric's father drank from the man. Even with my fingers shoved painfully in my ears I could hear it.
When it did end, I still tried not to hear as Lord Lothaire let the body drop to the flood with a sickening thud.
Chancing a peek, I found his face was mere inches from mine, his lips and chin dripping with blood as he smiled at me.
Unable to stop myself, I cried out in fear before I could move my hands from my ears to cover my mouth.
"What?" he asked, feigning ignorance. "Do I have something on my face?"
Delighted by his own joke, he chuckled heartily as he stood up and walked to the back of the plane, kicking the dead man aside as if he were trash.
Keeping my hands cupped over my mouth, I sobbed at the sight.
This was the fate I feared the night I was snatched up for the hunt. To be the slave of a vampire with a sadistic streak that would make my life hell until finally granting me death.
But I had been caught by Aric, and he shown me mostly kindness. I had almost begun to believe that I could enjoy life with him, especially after our walk in the wood and what happened afterwards.
Now I was trapped in an airplane, something I had rarely ever seen in the skies above my home, with a madman. No, not a madman, a mad-vampire.
He seemed to think nothing of the poor man on the floor, or what the sight of himself covered in blood would do to me.
When he returned, Lothaire had cleaned the blood off his face, and combed his hair back into place.
Seeing my tear streaked face, and my white-knuckled grip over my own mouth, he frowned.
"Did that bother you?" he asked as he retook his seat, seeming surprised by the idea.
Unsure of my own voice, I simply nodded, my eyes darting once more to the body on the floor.
"Have you never seen a vampire feed?" he asked, seeming to actually want to have a conversation with me. "And don't nod, I want you to speak."
Lowering my trembling hands, I gripped my knees, needing something solid to hold onto.
"I have seen a vampire feed," I admitted, my voice soft and shaking.
"Then why did that bother you?" he asked, curiosity showing on his face.
"The cruelty," I replied, knowing I was dancing on the edge of a blade. One wrong answer could see me receive the same fate as the other slave.
"Explain," Lothaire said, opening his hands in a gesture of permission.
"The way you tore into him," I began, trying to chose my words carefully. "It doesn't have to be done so brutally."
"Why not?" he asked, tilting his head quizzically. "I personally prefer the taste the adrenaline rush that comes with the fear gives the blood."
"There has to be a better way," I sniffed, wiping my nose with my sleeve.
"I do like the flavor of the endorphins you humans release post coital," he purred, leaning in, his hands pushing at my knees, trying to part my legs.
"No," I said, pushing his hands away without thinking.
"How dare you," he hissed, lunging towards me, the weight of his body forcing my legs apart as he landed on top of me.
I could feel his hands as they tugged on my jumpsuit, ripping at the fabric.
"Please," I begged trying to move away from him, pushing his hands away, "don't do this."
Lord Lothaire pulled on my hips dragging me down my seat until I was almost prone underneath him.
"Please," I sobbed, as I caught a flash of fangs. "Please, don't."