Ansuya looked pointedly around her small cage. “Here, Alexander? It’s cold and very small. When I offer myself to you, I want to be warm, washed, oiled and scented the way you want me to be. I want our first time to be long, enduring; I want you to spend the whole night with me. Would you rob me of that time with you? Would you destroy the dreams I have for you for a few rough minutes in a steel cage that you have kept me in?” Ansuya sent another wave of biochemicals toward him. “Let me please you. Let my wishes become your fantasies. Take me the way I know you can take me. Show me your passion, not your anger. Show me your control, not just your dominance.”
The vampire moved very close to the cage and looked down at the beautiful brown woman standing in front of him. A smile slid across his face. He reached into his pants pocket and then hesitated, frozen with his hand in his pocket looking down at her. “Tell me why your people attacked a House Himura warehouse.”
Ansuya slid closer to him and seductively showed off her feminine form, “What does it matter? House Himura can deal with it.” She slowed her voice and it took on a very hypnotic quality, “Don’t worry about what loses another House incurs. That only makes you stronger. When the time comes and you take House Brandt, these loses will only make the other Houses too weak to attack you. Your coup will be successful with me by your side. Forget about the warehouse, let me help you.” She smiled up at him while holding his blue eyes in a steady gaze.
Her words seemed to melt any hesitation from him. He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket and easily unlocked the cage that held her. He swung the door open and grabbed her by the waist. The sudden movement surprised Ansuya for a moment. Before she could do or say anything his cold lips were pressing firmly down on hers, his tongue fighting for entry into her mouth.
Ansuya fought the sudden revulsion at the assault and fighting every impulse in her body to push away from him, she melted into his embrace and accepted his cold kiss with feigned relief, if not pleasure.
Alexander held her for a few moments and then let her go. He smiled down at her. “Are you my little bitch whore?”
Ansuya demurely looked up at him, careful to keep the murderous rage from her eyes and stature, “Yes, I’m yours forever.”
Alexander took her under his arm and led her away.
After a fifteen-minute drive in the back seat of a sizable sedan, which was driven by a human as far as Ansuya could tell, she and Alexander arrived at a fairly nice condominium apartment complex. They entered an elevator and rode it up to the twenty third floor.
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Ansuya stepped off into a singular hallway a few steps away from a very nice, heavy looking oak wood door. Alexander smiled and unlocked the door with a key and pin pad. She was able to catch the first and last digits of the six-digit code. Alexander opened the door and strode through the threshold. Ansuya was content to follow him.
She entered a very rich apartment without being garish or gaudy. The entry way opened into a sitting room with a large full-size piano with some very comfortable looking crush velvet sofas. A large painting hung on a brick separator that dominated the room. It was a black and white depiction of a battle. The combatants were on a forest road. She recognized one bewildered man in the foreground as being distinctly Roman but the attackers flooding down from the wooded hills were beyond her recognition.
“That is the Battle of Teutoburg Forest, nine A.D.” Alexander answered her unspoken question. He stepped up to the painting and pointed at the bewildered Roman man. “Three Roman legions being led by the General, Publius Quinctilius Varus, were ambushed and destroyed by an alliance of the Germanic tribes led by Arminius.”
He looked at Ansuya for her understanding, or maybe approval? She smiled knowingly and nodded her head for him to continue. She began pushing out her biochemicals and pheromones. He didn’t seem to be able to detect what she had done in the warehouse and if they were to be living together, she wanted as much of an advantage as she could get. The longer he was exposed to her attacks, the less he would be able to resist her.
Alexander continued, “It was here that Germania drew the line and the Roman Legions didn’t try to conquer Germanian lands east of the Rhine River again.” He said this last with pride and beamed down at Ansuya.
Ansuya nodded and looked closer at the painting. “Was this painted by a German? I don’t recognize the style.”
Alexander shook his head, “No, unfortunately. This was painted by Paja Jovanovic, he’s from Greece. This was painted in eighteen something or other.”
Ansuya smiled and nodded, “I thought Paja was born in Serbia. That’s north of Greece, isn’t it?”
“Oh whatever, it’s all the same thing, Greece, Cyprus, Kosovo they’re all Greek to me. Besides,” he stopped to look at her and pointedly traced his eyes up and down her body, “didn’t you say something about wanting to clean yourself up?”
Ansuya smiled and nodded her head, “Yes, I would like to do that. Where is your bathroom? And,” She looked down at her clothes, “do you have anything for me to wear?”
Alexander looked around the room with his hands on his hips. “I can show you the bathroom, but I don’t have any clothes for you to wear, that would fit.” He walked up to her and grabbing the back of her neck yanked her head back and slammed his lips and mouth and against hers. “Besides, you don’t need any clothes, for a while at least.”
Ansuya pressed up against him, “teasing adds more spice to the chase, don’t you agree?” She smiled radiantly up at him.
“I suppose I could give you a little time to yourself, let you get to know the place. I will go out and get you some clothes, something sexy and demure, just like my little doggy bitch should be.”