Continuing Benji's POV:
I was escorted out of Fabian's club to the back ally where a limo was on standby. I was thrown in by force as my face landed on the floor of the limo. I heard him slide into the seat before the door shut. I looked around us. The windows were tinted for privacy. It was like a one-way mirror. There was a minibar set up along with two sides to sit on. I took the side he wasn't on for my protection. It wouldn't be close to the door but I could have my own space.
The limo sped off as if it was on a time crunch. My eyes landed on my captor. He held a bottle of red liquid with the bar's signature logo on the side of it. He must have got it off the bartender. It's blood. I recognized the red hue. He took a glass from the mini bar before popping open the bottle like it was champange the cork popped off and hit the window. He poured a glass full as his eyes met mine. I licked my lips as I stared at the red liquid he was teasing me with.
It was virgin blood. The pure essence hit my notstrils. It was an expensive bottle. A young female. Not my type to be honest but she smelled sweet. It was fresh. Probably made within the past week. This was top shelf on the market. It made my blood boil at the thought of stealing even just one drop of it. Anything would be good right now. Even a junkie's blood. I was half starved since the last time I fed. It didn't help I was tortured last night.
"Are you hungry?" He asked as he swirld the liquid in the glass. I glared him down as I realized what he was doing. He's trying to make me behave. He's using that stuff as a reward. "You look a little pale. Why don't you come here and I'll let you have a sip," he offered. He was in a tight three piece suit. Showing off his ankles as he had on loafers and low rise socks. The colors of his suit was a bold black and dark gray. It was made of the finest materials- all the way down to the thread used. It must be a double thousand dollar suite. Triple. He was very handsome. With black hair slicked back by gell and emerald green eyes. He was tough looking with long sideburns.
I wouldn't be able to normally resist someone like him. I could see the healthy blood flow pulsating in his veins underneath the skin covered by his straight collar. Not that I was interested in his blood. It probably tasted like silverware. He gestured towards the spot beside him that wasn't on the door's side.
"No," I said sternly. I took my eyes off him as I felt boiled with rage. I struggled against the enchanted metal eating away at my flesh behind my back. If only I could get the handcuffs off... I would run away without hesitation.
"I thought you agreed to be willing," he said as he took a sip of the blood. I watched him as it caught my attention and I felt my mouth water. He's wasting it! Why is he drinking it? He's not a vampire... He doesn't need blood to survive. But, he certainly doesn't act like a dragon. Most certainly not like one I've seen in centuries. He's smart. He knows what he's doing to me. I hung my head low as I realized my pride would be put aside. The scent of blood was too much for me to hold back any longer. I moved forward to be obedient. He suddenly stuck his shoe in my face as he stopped me.
"You said come over there," I hissed out through my teeth. I wouldn't dare let his foot hit my face.
"Apologize," he growled as his eyes turned to slits. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him lower his foot. "Kiss my shoes and apologize." I wrinkled up my nose and got back in my seat.
"Fuck you," I hissed through my teeth. I can wait to eat. He glared me down before swallowing the rest of the blood in the glass. I felt instantly jealous as I watched him waste it. I eyed down the rest of the bottle he had left. I don't know when I'll see a chance for blood again...
"My name is Vanitas Dracos. You'll address me as Master Dracos until I permit you to call me Vanitas. You're Benjamin Levine. Since you're my slave I will be calling you Levine." Good, I don't want to hear him call me by anything else. He suddenly poured another glass of blood. "Are you willing to apologize to me?" I shook my head as I remembered why he asked me to come. He wants me to raise his tera eggs. Baby dragons would be fun to raise... I never get to see any past the egg state anymore. Come to think of it... It's been some time since the last I've met a baby dragon. He wants me to raise thirteen of them? Maybe I'll get to name one.
"How are they?" I asked quickly.
It must have taken him aback as he raised an eyebrown.
"Who?" He said as he looked confused.
"The eggs," I said quickly. "Are they ok?"
"They're safe and waiting for your care," he said as he looked at the glass. "I was worried... Until I found out you were taking care of them in the warehouse. I knew they would be just fine. You have a reputation here. You're a dragon mother." I snorted as I sat back in my seat. The nickname defintely went around the warehouse for sure. I was highly praised for the care I've kept with hatchlings. "My mate acted before me. I was willing to buy them back from the auction house but she didn't want it that way. She must have been jealous of you." He took a sip of the blood and I felt my fingers twitch as I wanted to take it from him.
"It was just a job I'm good at," I explained. "I'll take care of them," I promised him. Even he's realized this was not my fault. This was his stupid mate's falt.
"Come here," he said as he pointed in front of him. I frowned as I got down on my knees in front of him. He leaned the glass over my mouth. "Drink," he ordered as he pushed it up against my lips. "You can't be around my eggs in your condition." I opened my mouth and let the sweet nector of life flow into my mouth. It was so delicious. I moaned as he gave me the whole glass. I licked my lips. The blood was already giving me energy. He reached forward to whipe off my chin as I felt some drip off. "So messy," he chuckled out. I sat back as I eyed him over. He didn't let the silence stay.
"Your talents... Where did they come from?"
"What?" I asked as I frowned. What's he asking?
"Your knowledge about my species. How do you know so much?" He asked curiously. I frowned as my eyes sunk to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried not to think about the answer. The true answer hurt too much. I shook my head as I refused to answer him.
"Like everyone else."
"But, you know more," he said with certainty. "Why?"
"It's not of your concern!" I hissed out.
"I just fed you. Be polite," he hissed back as he leaned forward. "How about you answer another question I have? How did you rack up eight million in debt to the blood cartel? Normally they'll kill you if you reach just one million. How come what you did is private? I couldn't find anything about it through the documents they have on you." No- He never will be able to dig it up. I burned that information a long time ago. I didn't want anyone to find out... I didn't believe anyone would come for me like this either.
"There is a reason its a secret," I warned him. "You shouldn't get to know someone." Especially someone as dangerous as me.
"Your debt started at thirty million. What did you do?" He asked as he smirked. He picked up the bottle of blood and poured another glass. I knew what he was doing again. This time I wouldn't give in. One glass was enough for me.
"I don't want to talk about it," I growled out. I didn't want to think about it. My thoughts were empty as I forced my mind to focus on simple things. I dislocated my shoulders as I pushed my hands across the top of my head. I snatched the glass straight from his hand and went to take a sip. He knocked it from my hand and it spilt all over the leather seats. He took the bottle and drunk the rest of the blood. When he finished he glared me down. I'd expose my fangs at him if I had any. I got back in my seat across from him and crossed my legs. I slowly let my arms heal back as I tucked them behind me. It was uncomfortable... I did it all for nothing.
"You know I'm about to let you raise my children. We will have to grow familiar with eachother," he said as he pulled out a towel from the mini bar and cleaned off what he could from the spill. Rasing his children will only knock off two mil from what I owe. When they're grown I'll still owe him the eight mil. I'm sure he paid ten to get me. On top of the extra to buy his children back- He will charge me for it. Who knows what I'll be doing for him next... His mate was a tera dragon...
What kind of dragon is he? How much would he cost if I turned him into the cartel? Would that make me a free man? What if this is my next job? If I turned him over to the cartel with the eggs... I would be the first person to ever go from thirty milion in debt to zero and then some with the cartel. Hell- I could invest that money when I'm done and open up a business of my own. What type of dragon owns a whole mafia that'll willingly walk into a place like Fabian's and hold a bunch of customers up at gun-point? He was asking for trouble then. What did he say his name was again? Vanitas Dracos? It doesn't ring a bell... Of course I wouldn't know. I hardly pay attention to gangs around here. I'm guessing Dracos should be highly familiar to me. I bet he's got his name out everywhere.
Vanitas finished damping the blood up with the towel and left it on the floor. He pulled out a phone from his pocket to play candy-crush. I could hear the wacky sound as he kept his phone off silent mode. How rude!
"If you don't want to talk... That's fine. But, you will come around. My mates don't stay quiet for long." He said without looking up from his phone. I found myself spinning. He was still going through with it? What will happen to us when we get to where we're going?
"You can mark me but it will not change how much I already despise you," I snorted out to be as stubborn as possible. It's been a long time since I've had a lover... Could he handle me? Could I handle him? If he wanted sex... I was more then willing to put out. It would be kind of fun. I wonder what his face would look underneath me when I'm ramming into him? Probably not as good as Fabian could be. Fabian's blush was my favorite thing being taken from me. Will I get to see him again soon?
I shrugged off the jacket the best I could before using it as a pillow and laid down. I was determined then... I would turn this into a game. Vanitas was going down for disturbing me. I had been so peaceful where I was in life. I was comfortable. I had a good job. It was quiet. I liked it so much. There was nobody to annoy me. Nobody was questioning how I came to the cartel. How much debt I was in. Why I was there? It was bliss. I even miss seeing that stupid Kai. Vanitas for certain will cost something in the cartel. He should be more then enough to pay my way to freedom.