It was a hot autumn-summer day in Arizona when Adam announced he had to leave for a few weeks. He and Bran had a busy werewolf crisis, which would take both of them. Samuel was stuck at his clinic, so I was on my own. I didn't mind being alone; I enjoyed being alone. I could cook, lounge, read, and even shop.
I realized I had been with Adam for over six months; this was the end of August, and I had been rescued on 5.1. It was somehow fitting. It was my sister's birthday and the beginning of my new life. It had been a couple of decades since my sister had died, but this was a sign, maybe.
I had only discovered this information after talking to Adam before he left. He had just mentioned the date in passing, and I hadn't told him what it meant to me. I always had someone from Adam's staff watching over me, so I was completely safe. He had taken my safety seriously a few times after, for example, we had been caught on the way to Bran's midsummer party.
That was its own story, and I didn't bother to dwell on it. I had survived and recovered quite well. There was no scar left. Adam had been gone for a few days and hadn't had time to call or text. Even though he warned me beforehand that he might not be able to keep in touch so well. But it didn't matter. Adam was my refuge, but I was getting myself together and learn to be a werewolf woman to get myself together.
Not that if something happened, I'd probably be hanging around Adam for a few days or weeks before I got myself back together, but now I was refreshed and wanted to do some shopping. Adam had given me a credit card, but I was very responsible.
I knew Adam was several centuries old; he had a lot of houses, and I didn't even think about how much it cost him to maintain all his houses. I figured it was a clear sign Adam was working, so he wasn't a millionaire by any means.
That day I decided to go shopping. The Arizona house was pretty close to downtown, and I could walk just fine. Quite a few of Adam's houses were relatively close to something downtown, so I had a pretty good chance of always being able to go shopping. Then, if I did a lot of shopping, there was always a car with security. I had used them before.
I'd walk to the mall and start browsing the stores. I didn't think much about it because, at some point, I felt I was being followed. It wasn't good to be too suspicious, get worked up, and then realize that there was nothing to worry about. I'd done that quite a few times, too. When I used to get these vibes from the security guards, I thought little more about it.
I had done little shopping and thought I'd go to the cafe for a cold, wet drink and maybe a snack. I had to remember to eat, eat, and eat again. I weighed something like 46 kilos, or a bit more even. I was in okay shape, although Samuel wanted me to weigh 60 kilos. I was determined to keep fit and remember to eat, even on shopping breaks.
The coffee shop was across the street from the mall, and I usually went through one alley. When I came out the back door of the mall, I didn't bother going around half the block; I always went through this narrow alley.
I left the mall and was heading for the alley when a man emerged from the shadows. This one was tall, skinny, and a vampire. He had blond hair, almost black eyes, and sharp fangs that flashed when he smiled. I could smell the blood on his breath, and he smelled of steel, cold and emotionless.
"Hey, hey darling, what are you doing in an alley like this alone? A little bitty girlie like you. Don't you know it's dangerous for a woman to walk alone?" he asked.
"I'm just passing through on my way to eat and drink, and I'm not a little girl," I said in a sharp, snappy voice.
I smelled ashes, so this was a hungry specimen.
I waited for my security to arrive.
There was a voice behind me: "mmh, those men were tasty, wonderfully strong. Yes, humans are tasty then."
The voice was a woman's; it had a slight French accent, and the speaker spoke slightly childishly. The voice was also childish, almost squeaky. I turned around.
I saw a vampire woman. The woman was dressed in a black lace dress. It covered her body completely, reached over her knees, and had a covering bodice. It was old-fashioned, but at the same time, I thought it was somehow so cliché that I rolled my eyes at this vampire woman. Behind the woman in the alley, I could see the slumped figures—both my guards.
Damn, I was fucked, and these two knew it. I knew I wouldn't die if these two decided to drink me dry. It wouldn't be pretty, but I couldn't help it.
Elias and Nick had taught me a few things about vampires, including that very rarely does a vampire bite in a way that gives the victim pleasure; it's usually if they're already in a relationship, but the vampire loves to feel the pain of the victim, the fight and the victim can't get away. That's the nature of vampires and instinct; the victim is food, and you don't care about their feelings.
This could be a painful experience, yet I had about 35-40 liters of blood, and I was able to lose a hell of a lot of it before I passed out, so this could take a while. A human dies when the blood loss is some liters, a human has about 5-6 liters of blood, and a vampire doesn't have to drink it all to kill the victim.
But I... well, let's see what happens here. Now I was between the two, and although the woman was thin, she was taller than me and a vampire.
The woman said. "Spike, darling, I want you to show me what they do to dogs like that."
Or dogs. Great, they found out I'm a werewolf. Vampires are fast, much faster than werewolves, and stronger, too. So, I was always outnumbered against a vampire. A couple of times, Nicholas and Elias taught me that when Adam insisted, Though Adam was always there, and he had shown me how hard it was even for him to fight a vampire. And he didn't always even come in. My rudimentary fighting skills wouldn't be enough in this situation.
I said, "Oh my God, what are you going to do to me now except drink me dry? Gosh, I'm so scared."
I kept my voice sarcastic and hard. I wasn't scared, not at all.
The woman raised her eyebrows and said in a squeakier voice. She looked at the male vampire. "Spike, are you really going to let that dog talk to me like that?"
Oh, that her voice hit my ears.
"No, Drusilla." The male vampire replied.
His voice was still cold, harsh, and emotionless, but it didn't give me any horrible sense of danger. It seemed this pair were opportunists, striking when the opportunity arose and only ever at the weakest. These were cowards, but I was outnumbered.
The male vampire moved closer in an instant; as I said, they were faster, so fast that my brain didn't detect the movement until he was suddenly all over me.
"I've got a nice little place over there, a real torture chamber, where I show you how to tame dogs like that. "
The male vampire grabbed me and then hit me in the face with his fist so hard that everything went black. I didn't have time to react at all.
Spike and Drusilla dragged their victims into the car and drove off. They didn't notice the other figure coming out of the alley. The figure stopped, watched for a moment, then got into his car and followed. This one was dressed in a black leather jacket, white tee shirt, and black jeans, but had been completely hidden in the shadows. It was one of its ability, hide in shadows.
The man's raven black hair extended to his collar, curling slightly, his icy blue eyes watching the vampires' old car as they drove through town to one of the abandoned warehouses. He was curious, bored with his life, and he now wanted to see what these two were up to, why they wanted to kidnap this werewolf girl he'd seen a few times before, shopping. Maybe there would be something that would give reason for him to exist.
The vampires' car stopped. They got out of the car and opened the trunk. Spike grabbed her firmly by the arms and lifted her from the trunk.
The vampires dragged their now awake, kicking and screaming victim into the old building.
From the moment I woke up in the middle of the drive, I tried to find some way to get out of the trunk, but no. It was packed full of bags and stuff, so I was pretty fucking cramped in there, and I didn't have much room to maneuver, so I bided my time until the trunk opened and then saw if I could make a move.
Mimosa was asleep; a week ago, it had been a full moon, and we had run with Adam and Samuel for three nights as wolves in the woods, hunting, playing, playing; Mimosa had also been allowed to be around; she still adored Adam, as I did.
Spike held on to the victim.
Drusilla said: " Ooh, he's so eager. Yippee, this is going to be fun."
She was clearly interested in what Spike was doing. They weren't always together with Spike. Drusilla was a witch vampire, and she had her own little thing going on, teasing a wizard called Dresden, causing him all sorts of trouble when he tried to make money with his wizardry. But they were together again after a long time, and it would be a fun time.
Spike said: "Are you hungry, sweetheart?"
Drusilla said: "Always, my love."
Spike told Drusilla to open one of the heavy doors and did the job as instructed. Behind the door was an open space and a metal table with iron handles at the ready. Spike dragged his victim over to the table, and together with Drusilla, they got the shackles in place.
She nodded enthusiastically. She almost purred and touched me to sense the power in my skin. The man lifted a table. This was some old hospital table or similar and pulled my head by the hair so that the female vampire could sink her teeth into my throat. It hurt as her teeth pierced my throat, and I felt her open my veins. She drank greedily.
I thought, great, drink me dry, and I won't be afraid of it anymore. I've been there, done that. I didn't like the idea, but I tried to bear it. Adam had made Nick and Elias drink me dry once to get some sense into my head that it wasn't always good to let the rage bubble to the surface and just try to push through. Still, fear would help me stay safe, but my unkillability had always made my fear give way, so my attitude wasn't always the best.
The female vampire broke away from my neck. "This is so sweet, so sweet. So strong. And a little spicy even. I can taste her power."
Spike watched her for a moment and released his grip on my hair. He flipped the table back to horizontal, lowering the head down and raising it even higher.
"Darling, would you like to see how real men drink? This is something you've never seen before."
"Oh yes," the woman replied fiercely.
Spike ripped open my blouse and began stroking my chest, feeling my heart. "Come here, darling."
He said softly to her. "Feel it, feel her heart, feel how it beats. Think what it would be like to drink directly from it. "
"Oh yes, I can feel it. I think it would be perfect," the vampire woman replied ecstatically.
"Now imagine what it would be like if I drank directly from this heart."
The vampire woman looked for a moment and said hoarsely, "Do it, drink straight from her heart. Drink her heart's blood. Show me."
I thought, I won't last long, and this will be over quickly.
Spike struck quickly; he had exceptionally long teeth, and while they weren't always easy to drink from the neck, they were made to drink from the heart. He struck his teeth slightly from the side, between the ribs, and it hurt.
As the teeth sank into my heart, I gasped for breath and fought back, trying to get him to let go. Spike held my hands and drank voraciously, the pain paralyzing my ability to function. Then he licked the wounds until they closed.
He said: "Did you know, Dru, what are the two weaknesses of the werewolf? Two things that cause them pain, pain so intense you don't even know it. I know, my dear, that you want to eat pain so that I can fix you dinner, pain. Pure werewolf pain."
Drusilla looked for a moment and said: "Silver and Aconitum. And yes, I want to eat her pain. It's so tasty, so perfect."
Spike smiled and replied: "That's right, my dear. Do you want this dog to suffer and suffer hard? I've heard rumors that this one can't die."
" Really, my love, I'd love to hurt it. I would love to taste its pain, eat it."
Spike walked over to one cupboard. He opened the cupboard door and took out several drip racks with silver-colored bags hanging from them.
He said, "I'm not a doctor, but I know a few nice procedures. How much can we dip in that silver all over her body? Into its veins?"
Drusilla thought for a moment and said: "I have no idea, but I'd like to see. if it has a few tens of liters of blood, then I think we can fit quite a bit of silver in it."
Spike directed Drusilla to a chair. He took more bags of green liquid from the cupboard.
Aconitum. I smelled it. Then Spike took one of the utility tables and got a cannula, a trocar, a drill, and some tape from the cupboard.
Spike said: "Look what I'm doing; I'll explain everything to you, but first come and eat some more."
He twisted my head to the side, so that Drusilla got her teeth down my throat, and then he shoved his into my heart. Vampires always ate a little. Spike continued his preparation and then plunged his tooth into my heart again. I was almost unconscious from blood loss, but I knew my body was making blood again, and fast.
"Now, my love, there's about half a liter left. Now we can begin."
First, he took a drill and drilled holes in my bones for these. He pushed in the metal pipes and already started pouring the silver. My arms now had three metal tubes on each side, and I could feel the silver beginning to burn my marrow. Then he cannulated my femoral arteries and put an IV in them, and he lifted the table so that gravity would help the heavy silver trickle down my toes. Soon, my legs were full of blackened veins.
The pain was immense. I didn't know if I could even scream if I tried. Then he cannulated my brachial artery, and the pain spread to my fingers and palms, and I felt like I couldn't even move them. Then he stuck a needle into my heart and made the silver drain into my heart.
I was panting and sweating, shaking, and I knew that this was going to be one hell of a recovery; I could feel my body suffering from the silver, almost burning from the inside out.
Every heartbeat hurt. The pain spread from my heart crept up my neck to my head, and it felt like my brain was going to explode. I didn't have much rational thought at that point as the headache from hell took over my mind and took away my will to fight. He stuck a nasogastric tube up my nose and put the aconitum-silver mixture in my stomach. The tube was in my small intestine, and I felt my bowels start to fill up. He pushed the trocar straight into my abdominal cavity and poured pure silver into it.
He kept telling Drusilla what he was doing; I wouldn't know what he was doing to me otherwise. I wasn't in my right mind or even conscious at that point, but it's good to have a photographic memory so you can find out afterward. I feel my husband in my mind. He would want to erase this memory completely, not me. Since these events brought Damon into my life and our adventure together began because of this, I feel I have a right to remember this.
Spike was pouring into the drip tubes, all the time explaining to Drusilla what he was pouring and how much was already gone. Drusilla lazily got up now and then, circled the table, and stroked the victim. She had a dreamy expression, and Spike knew Drusilla was eating away at the victim's pain.
Drusilla was a witch vampire, albeit a mental one, but Spike loved her nonetheless. Finally, thin silver ribbons oozed from his nostrils and eyes. The victim was no longer breathing, but she wasn't dead. The victim trembled occasionally, and Spike removed the tubes but left the cannulas in place.
I don't know how much silver was poured into me or anything. I couldn't breathe anymore, I was in more pain than I understood: the feeling was something indescribable, and now and then Spike or Drusilla would press on my stomach or something, which made the pain intensify.
Spike said. "Let's let our guest rest so we can continue. The pain will get worse and she'll get weaker all the time. We'll get to play with our toy for a long time. "
He picked up his victim, who was considerably heavier than at first, and carried her to a place in the hall where there was a cage.
This was one of Spike's caves. He was always nesting in these abandoned buildings, building torture chambers in them, or storing people for blood. He felt nothing for his victims. It was as if he had no soul but a need for pure savagery, bloodlust, and lust, no human emotion left.
" Dru, dear, can you open that door? Careful, it's silver." Spike asked.
Drusilla opened the cage, and Spike pushed his victim into the cage. The cage was pure silver, and at some point, I had been stripped of my clothes, so I was naked against the silver. I could feel my skin burning. Somehow, the silver in my brain prevented me from fainting all the time, so I just had to suffer. I drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, feeling nevertheless the pain, the helplessness, the pain, how I was weakening. Nothing mattered. There was just endless pain.
Drusilla placed white crystals around the cage. When they turned black, the pain stones would be full. She could then suck the pain out of them later, and they would be a store of power for spells and other uses. Drusilla loved to make love spells, and she made one as she spun past Spike.
The stones began to darken surprisingly quickly. Spike came and, without a word, grabbed Drusilla's hand, his eyes burning with unbridled lust. Spike led Drusilla into another room with a bed.