Her neck was fitted with a latex chocker with a single pendent hanging down to rest over her nipple line. She wore matching latex fingerless gloves that went half way up her forearms. Her ass was covered with nothing more than what looked like latex panties and her legs were wrapped in latex high heeled boots that came up her whole leg, stopping inches below her panties. There were some metal studs placed throughout the outfit, around the cross section between her breasts and in two straight rows to either side of her crotch. She looked incredibly slutty but really good all at the same time.
He stood up and placed a hand on his chair. “How much did you give her?”
Natalia stood up and shook her thick mane of black hair, which was now frazzled and unkempt, behind her. “When I couldn’t awaken you, I found myself back under my own control.” She glared at him but said nothing more on the subject. “I realized what was going on and I gave her a double dose of what we have been giving her.” She crossed her arms protectively around her midsection.
Kenneth nodded to his mate. “You acted appropriately I trust?”
Natalia looked at him out of the corner of her eyes and thrust her chin out toward the refrigerator behind the bar. Kenneth didn’t have to open it to know that she must have collected at least six or seven more bags of blood for him and the smell that surrounded her was proof enough that she had obeyed every one of his other instructions.
Seeing her dressed like this awakened some primal sexual instinct that he had not felt in a very long time. It also stirred in him the same disgust that he felt toward his students before he was able to refine them and redirect their energies into more useful endeavors. She stank of human sweat and sex and that alone was enough to make him want to puke, if he was even still capable of puking.
“Get out of my sight and clean yourself. You reek of human.”
Natalia said nothing, she lowered her head just enough that her black hair covered her shameful face and the next second she was gone, the front door slamming shut was the only sound of her passage.
Kenneth breathed a heavy sigh and sat back down in his chair. Even though his mate was gone the stench that surrounded her was left behind. He hated going to the club. The hunt was always fun, he could be subtle or not and getting into fights was always a good time. But his ears always rang for long periods of time afterwards, the negative side effect of the excruciatingly loud hypnotic trance music that thumped its ways into his and everyone else’s brain. For some reason his ears always took a long time to repair themselves, sometimes his hearing wouldn’t be right until the next day which was a frighteningly long time to wait for his body to heal itself.
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And the smell. The absolute bile that was distilled in aroma form was always the worst. He was always ready for it, but he had never truly gotten used to it. The stench of rotting flesh and decay, covered in a shower of foul-smelling cologne, perfume, and that sickly sweet, rotting fruit smell of chewed gum. And that acrid cloud of combined poison had followed his mate into his house and he knew it would be a full few days before that smell was truly gone. He wanted to gag.
Instead, he prepared a full portion of blood for himself and drank it quickly. He looked off to his basement door and shook his head. He had given so little to her but he felt that he had given her far too much. He replayed everything that happened to him that night. His failure in his dream world and being seamlessly pulled down into one of her making. It was so fast that he hadn’t even realized where he was. She had asked just enough and had exerted herself over him to such an extent that he had been unable to resist her fully. He should have been proud that he had managed to hang on like he did. But those two or three sentences that he had given her were enough for her to start piecing together clues. Not enough to prove anything, but in the game he was playing, suspicion was enough to get him killed.
He felt that same rage he had felt earlier start to boil up in him. It was an effort to calm himself. It had been his rage that had allowed that she-wolf bitch to pull him into her world, that and the connection that he had made. The feedback along that connection hadn’t been felt, it had simply happened. She was just as dangerous as he had known her to be. He could still feel her in his mind; the drug induced sleep enshrouded her soundly. He instantly cut himself off from her. He could no longer feel her, but she would not be able to feel or trap him again either. He would have to find some other way to get her to see his way of thinking.
He had exhausted every technique that he knew trying to bring this woman under his sway. The only thing else he could do was go to another of his House, an older more ancient vampire than he, and see if other techniques even existed. Of course that would almost immediately raise suspicions. Why would you need more powerful techniques to dominate subjects? Have you been practicing your techniques on subjects already and for how long? What would you need advanced techniques for? Humans were weak willed and weak minded already, what business did he have going after prey with strong wills and strong minds? Scientists gave poor blood, and strong-willed people were always too visible. No, going to another of his House would only raise more suspicions and he could not afford to have any more oversight on his quiet little corner of California.
He wanted to go down stairs. The darkness under foot was calling him. He wanted to go down and face the elder werewolf. He wanted to dominate her and have her perform humiliating acts for hundreds of people to see. He wanted her broken and leashed at his heels like a hound from his childhood, hunting in the wilderness outside Follonica. He needed to know what she knew. He had to get to wherever she came from and destroy the wolves where they slept. He had to break the circle and end this pointless war between them. The wolves had lost a long time ago; they just refused to see it.