The Vampire’s Servant
Chapter 52

[Marius]

I took Ricardo to the witch's house. He was one of the stronger men in my custody. He would be powerful enough to help find my daughter.

Victor had worked hard, but still hadn't found her. I needed to stay on top of him so he wouldn't give up. He'd used every one of his connections to cover the area in searchers.

I hated to admit, he didn't actually disappoint me. If I couldn't find her, I knew he could and he wouldn't stop hunting until he brought Echo home. His reputation as 'The Hunter' was solid.

He never gave up when he decided to punish someone. It wasn't just the hunting of his child. Victor had never allowed anyone to insult him. When I saw him kill over his choice of name, I knew he had it in him to be a powerful master someday.

Talia wasn't wrong to be proud of him. If he were my own childe, I would be too. When he tried to offer himself to the witch, I was grateful. The witch was persistent, though. I would do anything I could to find Echo before she was taken, sexually, against her will by a man who thought she was his right, just because she existed.

The house of the witch was set against where the edge of the forest met the edge of town. Ricardo struggled against my hold and I shook him a little to remind him that he had no control over his situation. He had as much control as I did.

I rarely indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, from the way the witch talked, she was expecting that from me. If Echo were not my childe, I wouldn't have accepted. If not for the fact that she was unable to save herself, like a full vampire would have, I wouldn't have accepted.

She was a fragile girl and I felt the urge to protect her deep in my chest. I ached thinking of what she may have been going through. Anger surged when I thought that she could have been safe if I'd just taken her away or insisted on her carrying my name. My own shame was to blame for this situation. I wouldn't let it happen again. Damn my reputation, no vampire would harm any of my children again.

The boy was a powerful witch, and the other girl had the strength and confidence of a ranked wolf. Her ability to use her own form of mind control was impressive. I couldn't wait to see how Echo would grow in the future. She was already showing some remarkable talents.

I knocked at the door of the small house. It didn't take long for the witch to answer. She opened the door and grinned.

The witch was wearing her long, dark blonde hair in a ponytail. It cascaded over the shoulder of the lacy peignoir the nightgown underneath was silky and hugged her curves tightly. She has a suggestive smirk.

"Oh, daddy! You brought me my present. He's perfect. Come this way." She said beckoning us into the house.

She led us to a room in the back of the house. The floor was stone with a drain to the side of a table that was bolted securely. It was reminiscent of the room from Bellamy's dream, lit candles lined a high shelf that circled the room. There was a display of knives above a counter.

I moved Ricardo onto the table and started strapping him down. He struggled a little and I got to enjoy forcing him into the wrist and ankle cuffs. His eyes were rolling wildly in fear.

"He's awful quiet. Normally, they're screaming once they get back here. The room is soundproofed, it's just weird." She giggled.

"He has no tongue and has been muted otherwise by the witch I hold in my territory." I told her.

"Mmm. Are you holding a light witch, or a dark one?" She purred.

"I don't know what concern that is of yours, witch. Let's finish this so I can find my childe." I growled.

"My name is Lila. Remember it, daddy, you're gonna be screaming it later." She laughed.

I had honestly forgotten her name. The names of lesser beings rarely concerned me. I only recently learned Bellamy's name because her connection to my broodmate and the Werewolf Association made her important.

She crossed the room and selected a dagger from the display of knives, setting it next to a bowl that was on the counter. Then, she went to a chest of drawers and began rummaging through the drawers. She pulled out a tray of surgical instruments that she laid out on a portable table and a set of bolt cutters.

Her entire personality seemed to shift. Lila was serious and professional. It was far more enticing than her playful flirting.

I leaned against the wall, watching as she prepared Ricardo to be her sacrifice. She murmured some words over him, while he whimpered. He harmed other humans in my territory and told them I ordered it. I was frightening enough outside of my territory; I didn't need that sort of atmosphere when I was home.

Ricardo grunted and struggled as she sliced into him. None of it seemed to phase her. Lila's intent focus on her cuts made me lick my lips.

Even other vampires called me cruel. Seeing this woman working as diligently as I did, made me hungry for her. I wanted her blood. I wanted to feel that darkness inside of me.

I collected myself and continued to watch as she used the bolt cutters to remove Ricardo's breast plate. He had long passed out from the pain and blood loss. I didn't mind. He'd been subjected to enough tortures that my message was well understood by those under me.

She removed his, still beating, heart and carefully took it to the bowl, massaging it so the blood poured into her other ingredients. When she was done, Lila put the heart into a jar.

Returning to the corpse, she started removing other parts. Internal organs, eyes, bits of bone. I drew closer watching her scavenge the corpse for ingredients.

"You have some blood on your neck." I murmured from behind her.

She shuddered. "You want to get that for me, daddy?"

Lila bared her neck to me. I put my hands on the table top on either side of her slim waist. Her arousal mixed with the scent of the blood.

I leaned in and licked her neck clean, making her moan invitingly. I hadn't been with a living woman since the one centuries ago that created my children. There was no temptation to ever do it again, until now.

Grinding my ever hardening length into her backside, I gripped her wrist and brought it to my mouth, licking the blood from her fingers as she whimpered with desire. I moved my other hand to press over her stomach, bringing her rear closer to me. Sliding my hand down, I traced over the hem of her nightgown. She shivered at my touch. There was a little fear mixed into her scent. Lila had flirted with Death, and Death accepted her invitation.

"You're not wearing panties, you dirty little witch." I growled.

"I-mmm-I normally work nude."

"So you dressed up for me? What a shame. I would love to see this body covered in blood that I could lick off." I told her before putting her fingers into my mouth, sucking and licking them clean.

My fingers trailed over the flesh between her legs. Like Talia said, I had to be willing to debase myself with the living if I wanted my daughter safe. At least this one didn't seem to have some idiotic romantic notion of what being with a vampire was like. There were stories of vampire groupies trying to seduce vampires. None of them realized we weren't the same as the fictional tortured, romantic vampire in fiction. At least, not all of us. After being a vampire long enough, we lost the softer edges. "Bend over, witch." I ordered.

"Wait! We can't do it in here. The spell is sensitive." She replied quickly.

I switched which hand was holding her wrist and pulled her out of the room. The next door I opened had a bed in it. That was good enough. I pulled her into the room and tossed her to the floor. Reaching for my belt, I prepared to undo it. Lila scrambled up and put her hands over mine. I looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Let me, daddy." Lila purred.

"My name is Master Marius. You will address me as such or as Master." I commanded.

"Yes, Master." Her voice quivered.

I permitted her what she wished. The movement of her hands, one clean and the other stained red with blood, was mesmerizing. Soon, she'd freed me from my pants and was stroking me firmly.

Her lips slipped over my tip and she moaned. The vibration was thrilling. I gripped her ponytail and forced her mouth further down my shaft until she gagged. I loved the whimper that came with it.

Using the handle at the back of her head, I fucked her mouth, using her for my pleasure. The scent of her arousal filled the room. It was still tinged with a little fear. She had no idea how I was going to use her next, and it excited her more than it frightened her. It was charming.

This little witch, no stronger than a human, was so willing for me. She had to have known better than to entice a vampire. Then, knowing better and avoiding danger are two different things.

I pulled her off of me. I needed to have her. I would own this witch and ruin her for any man after me.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed." I ordered.

"Yes, Master." Lila replied with a slight rasp in her voice.

She quickly removed the nightgown as she stood, pausing so I could look at her. I had to admit, her body was perfection. Her skin was pale, but warm. I reached out to trace down her face, neck, and chest.

Lila sat on the bed and licked her lips. I finished taking off the remainder of my clothing. Her eyes ate up every inch of my body.

Before death, I'd been a warrior and a hunter. Unlike some vampires, my body didn't wither after the change. She got up on her knees and trailed her hands up my body, exploring every muscle and scar my skin held from my past life. "Did I give you permission to touch me?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Master. I just wanted to feel you." She whispered.

"This isn't about what you want, right now." I grabbed her wrists making her gasp and sigh. "Get on your hands and knees, witch."

I let her go and she did what I said, presenting herself to me eagerly. I traced over the curve of her a*s and down between her legs. Her body called to me in a way I'd never experienced.

Getting behind her, I teased at her opening with the tip of my hardened length. When she tried to push back onto me, I pulled back and slapped her bottom. She squealed and the scent of her arousal got stronger.

I lined up and plunged into her. Lila yelped and moaned as I started moving in her. The sounds she made were as intoxicating as the heat and silkiness that squeezed me as I moved.

Stroking harder, my fangs started growing out. My fingers dug into her hips as I pulled her against me. I needed more. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her up against my body.

"Touch yourself, my dirty witch. Make yourself c*m for me." I growled into her ear.

"Y-yes." She moaned.

I shook her. "What was that?"

"Yes, Master!" Lila yelped.

"Good girl." I hissed.

I watched as she used her fingers to bring herself to orgasm, feeling the grip of her inner muscles on me. I groaned at the strength of those muscles around my throbbing member.

Pushing her back down, I pounded into her as she squeaked with each impact. I battered her internally for a while longer before I stopped again. She was close to another big o****m. I pulled out, making her cry out in disappointment. "Beg for it." I ordered.

"Please, Master. I need it. I need it so bad. I'll do anything, Master." She pled.

"What do you need, witch?" I asked.

"I need your cock, Master. I need you pounding and breaking me. Please, Master, I need to cum!" Lila begged with tears in her voice.

I slammed back into her and she screamed with pleasure. "Oh, Goddess! Yes!"

A smirk crossed my lips. Her reactions were perfect. I couldn't wait to spend the next few hours finding every way I could make her scream like that. I paused my motions.

"Tell me, witch, are you on birth control? I won't be father to any more bastards."

"I am, Master! I take it every day." She whimpered. "Does this mean you're gonna cum in me?"

"I intend to spend the next five hours making you scream. I just need to know how careful I need to be." I informed her.

She squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the grip she already had on my body. I felt more wetness coating me. Lila was definitely eager for that to happen.

"It's safe, Master. I promise." She moaned.

I could taste the honesty in her words. If she had lied, this would have ended. I was sure that, on some level, she knew that.

Quickly, I returned to my earlier actions. The sounds of her squeals and squeaks filled the room. I could feel myself nearing my end.

Striking hard and fast into her accepting, warm, body was beyond pleasurable. Being with an undead woman wasn't anything like this. Maybe my aversion to living women had stemmed from the first one being so frightened. I'd had to be so gentle with her, that there was little pleasure for me.

I pulled Lila's hair, bringing her back up to my body. As the edge of my peak hit, I bit her neck and fed on her sweet blood. Lila threw her head back on my shoulder and screamed again. Her whole body shook as if electricity was shooting through it. When I was finished, I released her and she fell to the mattress. She gasped and panted. I laid next to her and watched her recover. She was so much more responsive than a vampire woman.

"That was amazing, daddy. I knew you were worth it." She giggled.

I raised an eyebrow at her. She seemed to still have no real fear of me. Even after I fed on her without preparation.

"I need to finish harvesting the ingredients from that body. Why don't you have a shower and wait here for me to come back. There will be a lot more blood on me this time." Lila winked. "Promise."

I chuckled and shooed her away. Maybe I could find time to visit this one more. I had a lot of men and women in my cells who were slated for death. It didn't matter how they died, just that they died. I smiled and headed in for a shower.

This would be an interesting time, if nothing else. In the end, I would know where to find my childe and I would have passed the time enjoyably. It was entirely a win on my part.