Twenty-One…

 

Twenty-One: Taming the Beast

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That horrible hammering noise had gone on all night.

John worked on fixing the door.

Every so often she heard him bitching:

“I swear, as soon as I’m finished with this shit…”

“You better pray that morning light doesn’t so much as singe one of my eyelashes… and I think it is.”

An hour later he finished.

“Say hello to my little friend…”

Aubrey gasped. She knew he was talking about the rogue vampire.

John shoved the monster in with her, and smiled as he strolled away.

“Have fun,” he called out.

“Shit, shit, shit!” She panicked, kicking boxes in front of her as a barrier.

Hunched over, the monster hissed and growled like some animal.

He lunged at her, twisting his neck at an impossible angle. He tossed the boxes to the side.

Then he rose up, grabbing at her.  

Think, Aubrey! I only have seconds before it dives for my neck!

His fingers tightened around her arm.

Aubrey began to sing.

‘There once was a friendly and naive king, who married—-a very nasty queen…‘ Feeling utterly ridiculous, she continued to sing Alexia’s theme from Resident Evil: Code Veronica.

She was desperate, and they say music calms the savage beast…

Fuck! It’s not working!

Hellfire burned in his eyes.

‘Till one day strolling in his court, an arrow—-‘ she struggled to remember the rest.

‘pierced the kind king’s heart. He lost his life,‘ she sang.

Oh my God! It’s working now!

The beast stood quietly before her. When he reached for her, she started the song over.

‘The king was loved but the queen was feared.’

The creature caressed her face, gazing at her as if madly in love.

His right hand slid down her arm.

“See,” she began in a trembling voice. “You’re not so bad after all.”

Maybe she could get him to break open the door… eventually.

Six weeks passed.

John was too stupid to realize his pet rogue wasn’t hurting Aubrey. Whenever John saw her, she brushed her hair over her neck to hide the fact she hadn’t been bitten.

Once a day for a few hours, he let the rogue in the closet, always locking him in with her.

During that time, Aubrey tried to teach him to break open the door, whether by kicking it or punching it. So far, no dice.

And where the hell is Vaclav? Why hasn’t he rescued me by now? Did he get Reznik like he was going to? Or is he busy looking for me?

So many questions.

For the millionth time, she reached out and tried the doorknob.

Just as she knew. It wouldn’t budge.

She turned around and looked down at her stomach. It seemed… huge.

Since it was a dhampiric pregnancy, in 2 1/2 more months the baby would be due. Hopefully she still wouldn’t be stuck in that hell hole.

Off and on, John fed her scraps to eat as if she were a dog. She was starving. Worse, that meant her baby was starving.

Her hand glided up her belly. Over the last couple weeks, she had very strange cravings. She didn’t remember having those cravings when she was pregnant with Reznik. Then again, she didn’t have much of an appetite since she was grieving over Vaclav at that time.

Yes, Aubrey’s cravings were strange indeed. It was a thirst she never thought she’d experience…

It was the thirst for blood.

The next morning, Aubrey looked at the far wall. It was the first time she’d noticed something.

She stepped up to the built-in dresser, running her hands all over it. Then she pushed it.

It moved.

Straining, she managed to push it over.

She couldn’t believe what was behind it.

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The pit of hades was calling her name, so she descended the steps.

Aubrey walked through a tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever.  

Around a corner, she saw the end. Excitement jump-started her heart.

A staircase greeted her. Two macabre coffins rested against the wall, and hopefully they were empty.

At the top, she looked around.

To her amazement, it was the basement of the vampires’ nightclub.

What the holy shit?

Ravenous, she saw something else that called to her…

She reached for the goblet of blood, not even caring how old it was.

“What monster have I become?” she said, wiping the blood from her mouth and chin.

She proceeded to the next room with an enormous door.

Aubrey tried to remember how Reverend Reese opened it, but couldn’t.

She gazed up at it. It was absolutely pointless.

“Fuck me,” she griped.

She headed back to the familiar closet, shoving the dresser back into place.

Another day expired. Its death preceded a rebirth of morning.

Then evening.

John allowed the ‘beast’ to stay with Aubrey overnight and part of the evening.

Gently, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. She was curious as to how he’d react to the baby.

A tiny foot kicked the vampire’s palm. Then the baby rolled around, causing Aubrey’s entire stomach to shimmy.

Aubrey’s body was no longer her own. It belonged to the fetus.

The rogue moved his hand all over, smiling.

Abruptly, the door swung open.

“It’s getting late. Time to get back to your dungeon,” he told the rogue. “You were lucky I let you stay in here for so long, you ugly shit.”

A low rumbling emanated from the beast’s throat.

“As for you, I want to taste what Vaclav has tasted,” he seductively said.

What did he mean by that?!  

Her pulse hastened.

John stepped forward and ravaged her lips. He moaned as his tongue shot in her mouth. She wanted to bite it off.

Aubrey tried to shove him away, but it was useless.

The rogue watched.  That angry rumbling in his throat drew to a crescendo.

 The beast leapt at John, breaking Aubrey free of him.

“What the fuck?” John shouted backing away. 

 The rogue pounced on John and knocked him to the floor.

“Oh, my gosh. Yessss,” she whispered trying to curb her excitement.  

She stared at the beast, feeling guilty for what she was about to do.  

John remained on the floor unconscious.

It was her only chance; she had to take it.

 She dashed for the front door.

Aubrey knew the beast was following.

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She spun around. “You can’t come with me. The sun’s still out and you’ll die. Do you understand me?”

He just stared at her.

“You have to listen to me! You can’t go outside! Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I have to go! I don’t have time for this! her mind screamed.

The evening sun drifted low in the sky.

She halted, feeling his presence behind her.

No, no, no… She spun around.

The rogue stepped out into the remaining sunlight.

He attempted to shield the light from his face.

“No!” she screamed. “Get back into the house!”

He sunk down, turning to dust.

It was over.

Aubrey cried out in anguish and covered her eyes.

Then she sobbed. “Why—why didn’t you listen to me?”

Sadly, she didn’t even have time to cry or grieve. She had to go before John woke up.

She ran. The sun dipped farther down. It was not good.

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She heard his footfalls pounding the concrete.

Once more, it was useless. Aubrey stopped running and simply waited for him to catch up. It didn’t take long.

“Did you really think I’d let you get away that easily?” he asked.

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Thanks for reading!! ♥ ♥ Chapter 22 coming this Friday.

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PS: Rachel (Playerrac) if you’re reading this, I’m going to get you something on your sims 3 wishlist for your B-day!! I already got you a new background to see if it’d work, because a few days ago I tried to purchase something from the store and it threw out a stupid error. Anyhow, it seems to be working ok now. 🙂

SO ENJOY!! ❤ AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!