Flexing Nikolai

Chapter Two, Flexing : Nikolai

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It’s pretty clear the human is unaware of rules for donors, and I doubt there’s any contract made that Hail can’t break.

So I might as well get something out of the trip, and make sure my dill hole of a brother won’t pull a stunt like this again.

Just because the cupcake is nothing more than a snack to me doesn’t mean she can’t be truly important to another Dracule when she grows up. The only thing on the table given her age is a quick pick me up, one that wouldn’t even be worth it if not for the mark it’d leave, sparing her future incidents.

“So please, I would really like to avoid any trouble for my house.” With another skip of her heart and audible gulp, the frayed little creature got up and moved to the next set of seats behind me.

Very bad move.

Sticking in her ear buds in once more after closing her unique purple eyes, worse move. Jumping over a seat over when grabbed by another vamp to slam against a window like a prey surrounded by hungry Mystics.

Death wish.

I will give this to my brothers and I. None of us were sickos turned on by fear. All the movies where they’re like ‘yes fear me it makes me hot and shit.’ No, none of us were like that. Well, Roman and Mikhail were both pretty twisted, but not when it came to sex.

......then again......

Look, we’re fucked up, but we aren’t that fucked up. When we screw and feed, it’s for their pleasure as much as ours. We don’t really get into fang rape. It’s disgusting and sours the blood. These guys got off on it, obviously by what was happening next.

“Future?” The thin, green-haired vamp hassling her taunted. “What future human?” He snaps his teeth making her heart shaped face lose all color and puffed lips part with horror.

Her heart is thumping faster than a techno song when she tries to wriggle away with no where left to go. Surrounded by the less than civilized of my kind. Young, stupid, or plain half bred vamps are a lot like cats playing with mice.

It’s a natural instinct to respond to tell-tale signals of fear. There is nothing sexual about a cat playing or hunting. Same here. This is all for their twisted amusement, and it made me as King rather ashamed that I had punks like them in my ranks.

Her torment is as clear as her confusion and inability to not freak out. This I hate. This they love.

I’ll never admit it out loud, but moments like these Hail pops in my head with his, ‘how vulgar’, expression. Last thing I consider myself is a snob, especially by comparison to my twin, but…..

I can’t deny the judgement. The better than thou attitude all of us have to some extent thanks to superior education and breeding from the rest.

“Let go,” the cupcake sobs, trying to pull her arm from her attacker’s grip. Unaware she’s giving him exactly what he wants, and his sadistic smile makes me sick.

“Come home with me, and I might consider it,” the sparkle of the vamp’s beady black eyes are as twisted as his expression in the hiss.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” The new grit in her voice, is as impressive as her swift kick to the vamp’s nuts, no matter how misguided.

No matter how fast we heal, it still hurts like a bitch, and clearly these guys aren’t any more controlled than they are patient. As much as I want to applaud her growing a backbone all of a sudden, she just made this situation more dangerous.

Clearly by the fact that if another vamp didn’t snatch her away from the green-haired leech, he’d have ripped her throat out then and there.

I’m a King, not a god, and while I could take all of them blindfolded, she’s in the too vulnerable position she put herself in running away from me. Kids or not they should all know better than to kill a potential in my territory, but all of them are getting lost in those pesky instincts of youth.

The new brawnier blue-haired vampire who’d shoved his way between the skinner vamp and the cupcake is flexing. I doubt anyone else could tell that he’s using his blood traits to try to influence her mind, but knowing he’s part of the McDougan clan…..

Well, it’s obvious. Frowned on, but not ‘illegal’ per se.

Blood traits are common, even in the lesser bloods. Other than the nose, the McDougan’s distinct and often impressive abilities of mind control define them. The family being the head of an allied clan, turns this into even more of a headache for me.

Making me wonder why I thought it out at all, and didn’t ‘act without any care of the consequence’, like Hail accuses constantly.

As a rule, most vamps can somewhat sense each other and power levels. It’s like humans seeing someone who is yoked out. We get a sense of how strong one versus another is by smell and presence rather than physical muscle.

Just like body builders can put on clothes, we can disguise our strength in numerous ways. I’m not really into flexing. In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience.

The idiot noble with green hair and cat-colored contact lenses, on the other hand, is making every attempt not to feel as ridiculous as he looks.

“Now, now. That is not becoming of a servant or a pet,” he’s recovered from the blow and has refreshed interest, given McDougan’s position.

Green’s fake yellow eyes fell on the others quickly before returning focus to the girl. His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags.

I admit, I’m not great at judging ‘muscle’. I’m more or less a titan sitting in on a high school boxing match. None of them have half a prayer of taking her from me powerwise. Just carelessness which they’ve proven to have in spades.

“Good thing I am not yours then,” she hisses back. If only she’d started the trip with this kind of grit.

There is a hard set to her naturally violet irises when she speaks again. Petals of veined purple shades seemingly internally lit in her iris. I find the defiance as unique as those mysterious eyes of hers as she struggles.

If she weren’t so terrified, I might be convinced.

We can all smell her fear regardless of the wolf stench, as well as hear the rapid beat of her heart telling us it’s a bluff. Even if she’s shaking like a leaf, the kid still stands her proverbial ground right up to the moment the vamp rips open her jacket to inspect her neck.

“Looks to me like you don’t belong to anyone,” he laughs licking his thin lips over her clear neck. “Then again there are other places for me to look,” McDougan’s eyes slide down her flat and thin body.

I guess they’re closer to her age, but it still stands every hair on end.

I assumed that VonTassel was going to challenge him, but he joins Blue in tormenting her instead. Every jump, every kick, and spit as the pair playfully mess with the hems of her clothes, excites them, and once again I’m contemplating how mad Hail will be if I just kill the little shits.

“That is none of your business!” The girl’s spunk as much as the enchanting lilt of her accent makes me more fond of her, and pissed at them. Time to end this.

So far, none of them seem to be aware of who I am, which might amuse me in any other situation. Even if she is a kid, I still have a thing for or against damsels in distress, depending on how you look at it.

Women’s tears are the one thing that get me. An absolute no, no, and no matter how tough she’s trying to be, them spilling down her cheeks is as much my cue as the rest to put an end to it. Violently if necessary.

Hail be damned.

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