Sweet Blasphemy

I am glaring. Glaring is a constant in my life, the only constant in my life. No matter where they force me to go, I glare; it is the only thing they cannot take from me. I wear my glare like a declaration of war, like a badge of honor. It declares that I am angry, that I am defiant of this heinous crime that they're committing against me. I do not care who they are or what they are, to me, they are just monsters. So I glare.
Death has kept me trapped in here for what seems like years. I know, judging by the times I have slept and awoken, the times Andy has made me go to sleep and locked me in my chambers to rest, that it must only be a few days, unless people sleep way less often in Hell. But to me, even hours feel like eternity. My skin crawls with the unbridled need to escape. My skin itches when Death is near me, warning me to be afraid, although there is no need- Death scares me enough. My skin burns in rage when Andy, Ashley, or the others come to dress me up like a doll for their master, or to drag me to a horrid place so that I may gain some more fuel for my nightmares.
I have been having nightmares each night; I've been waking up to the sound of my own terrified screaming. I find myself drenched in sweat, with torn clothes and bloody nails and scratches on my skin, claw marks that I have made on my body while trying to escape from the torment in my mind. As if this wasn't horrible enough, one of the fallen angels is always inside of my room with me, making sure that I don't try to escape. The other day, I woke up crying and screaming and sweaty and bloody with Andy pinning my arm down.
"What hell are you doing?!?!? Get off of me!" I had yelled, my stomach lurching at the thought of the only thing a boy would be trying to do if he was pinning my arms down while I was sleeping.
"I was trying to keep you from stabbing my eyes out as I tried to wake you up, that's what the hell I was doing," Andy snapped.
"Get off of me, you pervert, or I'll fucking stab more than your eyes!" I threatened, struggling against him. I went to go knee him on the crotch, but quick as a fox, his hand flew to my thigh and he pushed my leg back down into the mattress.
"Pervert? How the hell am I a pervert?!? Sera, if I was going to rape you, don't you think I would've done it by now??" Andy's voice was indignant, like he was a gentleman and had a right to be considered one.
"If you would've asked me that a couple days ago, I would've said no. But now? I'm pretty sure your capable of all kinds of heinous betrayals," I spat. To my surprise, he had flinched like I'd slapped him across the face, like the words I had just spoken had hurt more than any scratch or stab could. But as quick as his hurt had appeared, it vanished, and I was left whiplashed and wondering if I had maybe imagined it. The phantom pain was replaced with bared teeth and a fierce snarl.
"Right, because I'm a monster," he hissed. "You want a monster, Seraphina? I'll give you a monster. I could make you scream in fear and agony, and the release you from them just so I could hear you beg me not to do it again. I could make you suffer, Sera, but I have been nothing but nice to you. But you know what? If you want a monster-" Andy jerked me up against him and yanked me to my feet, dragging me over to the wardrobe "-you'll get one."
Roughly, he began stripping me down. I tried to fight him, but it was completely useless. The other times he'd started stripping me since I'd arrived here, I had been able to fight a little bit. But Andy was livid, and I suspect that up until then he had been restraining himself. Once I was bare, he started shoving me into a grey and black Victorian dress. I was to busy trying to maintain my modesty and cover myself to try and escape. Andy yanked my skirts roughly, fluffing them out in the most violent way possible. I stared at him, shocked by his roughness. Even when he had been mad at me in years before, he hadn't handled me like that. As I was distracted by this cruel version of the boy I'd known basically my whole life, Andy started adjusting my bust in the front of the dress, yanking the hem down and smoothing the wrinkles out.
I flew backwards. "D-don't, how dare you, don't fucking touch me like that!" I spluttered, backing into the bed and almost falling in my haste to move away from him.
Andy snorted. "Don't flatter yourself" was all he had said in response.
Presently, I am standing in some sort of chamber. After dressing me (rather violently, might I add), Andy had dragged me out of my room and out of the castle I had been staying in. On the walk over to where I now stand, I had gaped around. It was my first time exiting the castle that I had been brought to upon my kidnapping. In an emotionless voice, Andy had explained to me that the castle was Death's, it was where He lived, where He would have me live with Him for eternity. Fumingly mad from the groping and nauseated at the thought of living in Hell as Death's bride, I had not responded. After what seemed like hours of walking, Andy and I reached a small, run down structure that seemed to be a hurricane bunker. It was entirely underground. Wrought iron cast work decorated the crimson painted door, like black lace over blood. When Andy opened the door, the most hypnotic smell wafted out.
To my surprise, I had moaned. It smelled like sugar and pomegranate and freesia; a delicious combination that made my senses tingle with ecstasy. Like my brain had suddenly evaporated, I brushed past Andy and climbed down into the darkness. I heard Andy cursing behind me, and heard the sound of a match being lit. A knee-jerk reaction, I whirled around and saw that he had stuck a fire onto one of the wall sconces. Except, this wasn't a normal fire. It glowed a dark shade of purple, dyeing everything a midnight purple color. It was like.... an ultra-violet flame. I gaped at it for a second, completely transfixed until I inhaled again and was once again propelled by some unknown force to turn around and examine the room.
This is where I stand right now, staring out into the room, my body not of my own control, yet my eyes are still glaring. As I glare, shadows start to writhe out of their corners, unfolding and unfurling and stretching their thin limbs. I stare, transfixed, as each spindly shadow becomes a person.
The shadow I am gaping at forms into a man. The UV fire- Starfire?- illuminates his features. He is shirtless, wearing only a pair of ripped black slack. Dirt and dried blood sullies his body, and black rings circle his dark black eyes. His hair is messy, completely untamed and black, on the shorter side but definitely not a buzz cut. Although he just materialized out of a shadow, I find myself leaning towards him, wanting to let him inhale me. I lean forward, moaning as his eyes flicker with curiosity, but a rough grip on my arms stops me and pulls me back. Andy.
Before Andy can scold me for being an idiot, the man speaks. "You brought the girl," he says. "We didn't think you would. We thought you'd keep her all to yourself."
"You know I don't feed like that," Andy says sharply. "And even if I did, she isn't mine. She's not yours, either, you know. She is my master's, and the only reason you are allowed to touch her is because he finds the experience to embolden women, rid them of their fear of most monsters, as they will most likely be too busy worrying about your kind to worry about any others."
"Yes, yes, that is all well. I see you remembered your Starfire, fallen one. You've been taking notes, haven't you?" Another man asked, this one is pale and clean-scrubbed except for a smudge of blood on his high cheekbone. He has peculiar hair- it is light blue in most places, but strands of pure white peek out, falling in front of his silver eyes.
"I make it a goal to know as much as I can about the leeches that associate with my Lord," Andy responds in a cold tone. "And don't become flattered, it is not for your sake that I bring your kind of fire. I knew you would put out a regular flame as it burns your skin, and I did not desire to put my Lord's lady through this in the dark."
I am too hypnotized by the delicious scent and the black hair man to ask what Andy means. I inhale and sway, intoxicated by the scent of pomegranate.
"Acheron, enough with the scent," Andy snaps as he has to catch me from falling and then keep me from run in towards the black-hair man once I've regained my balance. "It's overwhelming her. She's already in here, you don't need to lure her anywhere. It's you, me, Ezra, and Jezebel against her. She's not going to get away."
The black-hair man sighs. "You are most unpleasant, Sixx. Can't you let us have our fun, or did your Lord order you not to?"
"My Lord said nothing of the sort, I was merely saying that-"
"Then it's settled. I will not dissipate the spell, but you will release the girl. Right, Ezra? Jezebel? We're just going to have a little fun, that's all," the man- Acheron- cuts in. "And we can't have fun with you holding our prey hostage."
"You can hold me while they drink, if that'll make you feel better," I hear a sultry voice drawl. I turn my head to the right and see a beautiful girl slinking out of the shadows. She is hardly wearing anything, only a small, ripped shirt that barely brushes past her buttocks. Her hair is a purple wine color, dusting her hipbones. She is gorgeous, so gorgeous that for a second I forget about the ambrosial smell and get angry that she is speaking to Andy. "It'll give you someone to squeeze. If you close your eyes, I might feel just like her."
"Jezebel," Andy says dully. "I see you still haven't managed to find a pair of pants in the centuries since I last saw you."
Jezebel throws back her head and laughs a charming, tinkling laugh. "All I see is that I still make your heart race and your face flush, Sixx."
I hear Andy mutter something that sounds a lot like 'cheap whore' and I tense, prepared for one of the other two men to attack Andy.
The only one who even remotely responds to Andy's comment is the blue haired man. "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from calling my sister foul names," he says politely.
Andy snorts derisively. "Since when were you so protective over your sister, Ezra? Last time I was here, you couldn't have cared less about her."
A weirdly amused smile twists up on Ezra's face. "Since we started sleeping together, I think it was. Was that when I started caring about you?" He asks Jezebel.
Jezebel giggles and nods, her chest bouncing and her legs squeezing together as she moans. "Mm," she murmurs. "Definitely, that's when."
"So your argument for your sister not being a whore is that you're sleeping with her?" Andy asks. I can hear the incredulity in his voice. "Seems like a flawed argument to me, but I guess that's besides the point. My opinion doesn't matter, does it, Ezra?"
Ezra walks up to Jezebel and slides his hand up the front of her shirt. "No, it doesn't," he says. It is weird to see someone so... childlike in their actions to be groping someone else. Especially a someone else that just so happened to be their sister.
“Enough with the pointless chatter,” Acheron cut in. “Hand the girl over, Sixx.” His black eyes shimmer in the eerie glow of the Starfire, and he bares his pointed teeth. His canines are abnormally long and sharp…
Finally, it dawns on me.
Vampire. Acheron is a vampire.
I am inside of a vampire coven. The delicious scent that had previously taken control of my mind still filled the air, but my fear has perforated the insanity and now it is all that fills my mind.
To my horror, Andy lets go of me and shoves me towards the vampires. I spasm in fear and wheel backwards, gripping onto Andy and hiding behind him as Acheron laughs a dark laugh and advances. “A-Andy!” I struggle to speak, struggle to breathe. Terror has crept up inside of my throat and is swelling it to a close. I am going to faint. I am going to pass out, and then the vampires will ravage my body and suck me dry. I know that Andy will not stop them. Who knows? Maybe he will join in on their violations of my body. Still, I cannot help but cling to him, and hope that he will save me. Like how I cling to his body, I cling to the memory of my Andy- the Andy of my childhood. Hell, I cling to the memory of the Andy that saved me from a rapist- not willingly handed me over to a trio of them.
Andy shrugs me off of him and throws me to the floor. I collide with the stone ground in an explosion of pain on my backside. “Do not penetrate her,” Andy says flatly. “Do not force her. You may do what you like to her, but do not steal her virginity. It doesn’t belong to you, and if you take it, you will have Death to answer to.”
I feel a man’s hands cup my face from behind, and my face is turned and brought against Acheron’s crotch. “Don’t worry, love,” he murmurs to me, and I feel bile rise in my throat, burning and searing. “We can still have lots of fun together, angel. There’s lots of things we can do without me putting it in you.”
“Andy, can I fuck her?” I hear Jezebel purr, but I cannot see anything but the bulge in Acheron’s pants, and the way it is pushing against me. “I don’t have a dick, do you think my tongue counts as taking her virginity?”
Andy does not respond. “Mmmm, help me rip her clothes off,” Acheron orders his siblings. They obey, and I can feel my dress being ripped off of my body. “Oh, she’s so pale,” Acheron moans. “She’s soft, so soft.”
“I want first bite!” Ezra calls out. I can feel his fingers on my panties, and he rips them off of me. “She’s pink,” he announces. I cry out, and he fingers me, touching my soft skin, touching me where no one else has ever touched me before. I jerk, an electric tsunami racking through my body.
“Ahh, ahhhhh, Andyyyyy,” I moan.
“If she cums while saying your name, I’m going to suck her drier than necessary,” Acheron threatens Andy.
“She’s not lusting for me, you dickhead, she wants me to help her,” I hear Andy snarl. “Just play with her already, and then drink her blood, so that I can take her back to the castle.”
“Are you that thick?” Acheron snorts. “Obviously, she’s lusting for you. She wants you, not me, not Ezra or Jezebel. I just saw her for the first time minutes ago, but that’s clear to me. Are you blind, Sixx? You’re all she wants. At this point, now that she’s turned on, she could care less about escaping. What she really wants is for you to fuck her.”
“He doesn’t believe you,” Ezra remarks, sounding amused. I am panting on the floor, unable to say anything, trying to control the fear and swirling feelings of vampire perfume-induced ecstasy inside of me. “Maybe you need to prove it to him.”
“What exactly are you hoping to accomplish right now?” Andy snarls. “Who gives a shit how she feels? She’s prey! Get on with it already!”
“Obviously, you give a shit about how she feels, Sixx,” Acheron says pleasantly.
For a moment, I can hear Andy spluttering for words. “You don’t know jack shit about me, or her, for that matter,” he finally growls. “You think I care about her??!? Right. You go ahead and try what you like, but I could care less about what you do to her. If Death hadn’t forbidden it, I would let you rape her and leave her with you until the marriage so that I wouldn’t have to deal with her constant whining anymore.”
“You’re on, Sixx,” Acheron grins, his face burying in my chest. “You don’t care about her? Right? Alright- let’s see if Sixx can control himself while we defile his bitch’s body.”
His bitch, I think. The words ring in my head. I cannot bring myself to speak. I cannot fight these vampires. Even if I can manage to escape them, Andy will be right behind them to recapture me. And even if by some miracle I got out of this cellar, I don’t think that running naked all throughout Hell is the best idea. And besides, I am tired of fighting. I have fought my entire life. I fought seeing the ghosts. I fought against being institutionalized. I fought the power of Death, and this is where it got me. Taken from the land of the living and trapped inside of Hell, doomed to be the bride of Death. Doomed to be His servant, His wife. Doomed to submit to such tortures as the one I am undergoing right now. It is because I fought that I caught Death’s attention. Maybe if I had been weak and accepting like all of the others, like the rest of the human race, he would not have taken notice of me. Maybe if I had not been fool enough to think that I could insult something as powerful as Death and get away with it, I wouldn’t be pinned under a very hot, yet very sadistic vampire right now. I gasp as I feel Acheron’s fingers slip inside of me.
“Andy!!” I scream out. “Andy, help me, help me, I can’t do this! Andy!” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Andy, knock me out, please, if you’re going to let them do this please knock me out first, Andy- please…”
Something breaks deep inside of me as Andy does not respond. Everything I’ve gone through since returning from the hospital, Andy has helped me through. He held me as I cried, wiped my tears away as I bawled when Colton Marx had made a fool of me in eighth grade. When my first crush had embarrassed me in front of the entire eighth grade, I had come home to Andy’s open arms. He’d offered to beat the shit out of Colton for me. He said he could kill him. He said that no one had the right to make me cry, and that if someone ever did, he would handle it. He’d seemed so fierce about it, so protective. It’d seemed like he’d cared about me.
But I am crying now, crying out his name, but he does not seem to care. It is now that I fully realize that he’s forsaken me- no, that he never cared in the first place. I know, I know so firmly that there is no Andy to save me this time. I mean, he is here, but now I truly know that he could care less about me. I know that he’s just been ripening me and protecting my body for his master this whole time.
“Andy,” I whisper softly, knowing that he will not respond, that he will not whisk me away from these vampires, that he does not care, but I can’t help but hope that he does somewhere deep inside. That he’ll save me.
But he doesn’t. He is silent as the vampires’ hands brush all over my body, slipping inside of me. He is silent as their tongues run all over my skin. He is completely and utterly silent as I scream his name, as I cry for him, as I beg him. I promise him whatever he wants, but he does not help me.
“Listen- listen to her scream for you,” Acheron pants in my ear. His voice is breathy, and his body is pressed against mine. I moan. My body hurts, it aches in the most disgracefully enjoyable way. I am so ashamed at the way my blood stirs at the warmth of his breath on my neck. I am disgusted with myself. Acheron is gorgeous. He is gorgeous, and a part of me wants him to keep doing these things to me, because for the first time, I cannot stop him. I have never really gotten much attention from boys in the past, aside from Colton and Link, and Colton had only pretended to be into me so that he could pull the rug out from under my feet at the Valentine’s Day Dance. But now that I have no choice but to submit to Acheron, I am realizing that his touch is amazing. The attention of a gorgeous young boy fully focused on me is something I haven’t had before. And as much as it makes me want to die, it feels sort of good. “What do you want, little mortal girl?” Acheron drawls. “Who do you want? You’re getting all sweaty, and you’re all pink. Who are you all sweaty for?”
“Ahh, I can’t…” I shriek as I feel Ezra’s mouth on my inner thigh. I hear Jezebel giggle as she rubs her nose down my hipbones. “Acheron!” I shout. “Acheron, I can’t- I can’t, have all of you, on me- I have to, I know I have to give you all what- what you want, but can’t you, can’t you take me to yourself for now? I can’t handle… all of you… at once!” I wince as Acheron extends his fangs and nibbles on my ear. “Acheron!”
“I love it when you say my name,” Acheron moans. “Sixx, does she call out your name like this when you’re in bed together? She’s so sweet…”
“We don’t sleep together,” Andy hisses.
“Well, why the hell not? Do you even realize how fucking sexy this girl is? I, I want to fucking eat her. I need to fuck her; I need to fuck her right now.” Acheron pulls my thigh up to him.
“Andy?” I manage to say through the haze of the vampire scent. Deep down inside of me, I know that it is seriously messing with my mind, playing on my insecurities and my burning desire for love in order to make me consent to having sex with Acheron.
“Shh,” Acheron murmurs, slipping a hand over my mouth. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Sixx doesn’t need to hear that I’m going to fuck you, now does he? Let’s just keep it quiet, darling, and then your boyfriend won’t get all pissy.” He spreads my legs apart, and I inhale. I want to cry out for Andy, but another wave of the vampire perfume washes over me, and somehow, my inhibitions are buried beneath manufactured lust. “Good girl,” Acheron purrs. “Since you’re a virgin, this will hurt, but I don’t care, and that’s all that matters.”
“Not exactly,” I hear Andy’s low voice spit. Before I can even blink, he has pulled me away from Acheron, and has taken me to the other side of the room. “I care, and- I hate to break it to you- but it’s really only what I want that matters here. And I don’t want you to rape Sera, because Death doesn’t want you to rape her. So now you will feed on her, and then I will take her the fuck away from you. And she will never, ever have any contact with anyone from the Nightshade clan ever again.” Andy grips me tightly, but not in a sexual way. More like he is mad out of his mind, and he doesn’t realize that he’s hurting me.
“Why don’t you ask the little bitch what she wants?” Acheron asks, flipping his hair out of his eyes, lounging on the ground. He is naked, but it is like that doesn’t bother him. Behind him, Ezra and Jezebel are crouched, their eyes watchful.
“Can’t she at least play with us?” Ezra pouts. “We didn’t try to fuck her.”
“Not yet, you didn’t, but your leader has made it abundantly clear that you’d all try if you got the chance,” Andy says flatly and brutally. Acheron laughs at this and throws his head back before propping himself up with a muscular, pale, stitched up arm.
“Alright,” Acheron says, sounding annoyed. With a flick of his wrist, shadows cloak around him, and when they disappear, he is upright and dressed in slim-fitting black clothing. “Let’s just feed on her, then.”
Smirking like a god, Acheron saunters over.
“I’m putting clothes on her first,” Andy snaps.
“What, you can’t handle me touching your girlfriend again?” Acheron sneers. “She’s got a nice rack, and her hips are just wide enough for me to straddle.”
“But Sixx, I want to play with her too!” Ezra pipes up. I manage to open my eyes, and I see that he has advanced. He is biting his sleeve, and his brown eyes are wide and sparkly. He surveys my body. “She’s all pink down there. Doesn’t that mean she’s horny? Doesn’t that mean that she wants us like we want her? Why can’t we fuck her? I want to! She’s beautiful. Why does Death get to get her all to Himself? Can’t I taste her too, Sixx? I can be gentle, if you’d prefer. Unlike Acheron, I can be gentle. Right, Jezzie?”
“Mmmm,” Jezebel agrees. “And I’m a girl, I can give her what she likes.”
“No,” Andy says shortly. “No one is having sex with Seraphina, and that’s final.” Swiftly but with an odd gentleness that I had been missing since being brought to Hell, he re-dresses me. I lean into him, still entranced by the vampire perfume, but unable to really fight Andy so that I can return to Acheron’s embrace.
“Would you please stop with that goddamn vampire song?!?” Andy explodes after I moan Acheron’s name for the millionth time. “You’re making her an idiot, and it’s annoying the fuck out of me.”
Acheron laughs. “You’re such a prick, Sixx. You say that you don’t care about her, but you can’t even handle the thought of us touching her while we drink from her. Admit it, you want her all to yourself, that’s what this is all about. I bet that Death hasn’t even forbidden us from fucking her, you just made that up so that you and only you could have access to what’s up her skirt.”
“You think I’m bluffing?” Andy scoffs, his tone incredulous. “Fine. If you really think that this is just me wanting some stupid mortal bitch, and that it’s not Death, then go ahead and fuck her. Just know that it won’t be my fault when Death has your heads.”
“Acheron,” I mumble, and I squirm against Andy the best I can.
“Shut up, Seraphina!” Andy groans, and he finishes fastening my dress on my body. I am now fully clothed again, and the vampires are free to feed on me. Before I can even register that beneath the haze of stupidity, there is sharp, acidic fear burning in my gut, Acheron is on me again and I am awestruck by his closeness. For a moment, he holds my face and looks into my eyes for a second, smirking.
“She’s almost completely entranced. She should be entirely enslaved by now, but she’s strong. Death picked Himself a good one,” he remarks. Then, he forces my head upward and leans into my neck. He licks the soft skin in the crook of my neck, and then bites into me.
I scream. Despite his vampire song, terror still rises in me and I still scream at the feel of fangs sinking into my neck. It hurts; it feels like thick, extra-sharp needles are piercing my skin. I can feel my blood becoming thinner; I feel like my body is getting lighter as he sucks the blood out of my body. Sucking sounds are the only sounds in the room. I can feel Andy breathing behind me, as he is still holding me from the back. His breaths are short and controlled and violent, and his stomach is clenched. I can’t speak, I am terrified that if I do, blood will spurt from my neck like a geyser and I will die. I can’t fight Acheron, he is too strong, and besides, my body has been taken over by his vampire song. So I have no choice but to suffer in silence as he drinks my blood.
It feels like eternity. It feels like I am being drained by Acheron forever. I am so delusional that I think I can see my glowing white life force going into him, turning black to match his and expanding it. When Andy says, “enough” I am nearly insane.
Acheron pulls back from me. My eyes snap open, and I see that blood is covering his mouth and dripping down his chin. His eyes glow, and his white skin is radiant. He wipes the blood on his hand and then licks it. “She’s delicious,” he says. “You should drink some, Sixx, she’s the sweetest thing in the world.”
“I don’t drink blood,” Andy says, his voice strained. He sounds about ready to kill Acheron, but for what reason, I do not know. “I am a fallen angel, not a vampire mongrel.”
“You don’t drink blood, but you still have a taste for it. All dark creatures do, and goddamn, she is delicious,” Acheron counters. “You need to try some.”
“I think I’ll pass,” Andy says coldly. “I don’t like filthy mortal blood, anyway. Jezebel, come. It’s your turn.”
Jezebel does not need to be told twice. She is on me at the blink of an eye, her hands cupping my chest, her tongue on my collarbone. “I want to drink from her thigh,” she breathes, and drops down. She lifts up my skirt and sinks her fangs into the soft, plushy meat on my inner right thigh.
I jerk, trying to escape, but between her and Andy, I know that it isn’t possible. I lean my head back into Andy’s neck. I am trying to deny this reality, to deny that this is happening. “Andy,” I cry feebly. I know that he will not respond- at least I don’t think he will- but Andy surprises me.
“I know,” he whispers in my ear, so softly that the vampires cannot hear. “They’re almost done, and then I’ll take you back to the castle and bathe you, and then you can rest.”
I moan. A vampire bite hurts far worse on the thigh than on the neck, I am learning. “Jezebel- it hurts,” I pant. “It, it hurts!”
I hear Jezebel suck a last mouthful of blood into her mouth and then she withdraws. She swallows, cleans the blood dribbling from my wound, and the fixes my skirts back into position. She straightens up, and I stare at her.
I hadn’t expected her to actually care that she was hurting me.
Jezebel winks. “Unlike my brothers, I’m not a sadist,” she smirks. “We should do this again sometime.”
“Ezra,” Andy calls out, and unexpectedly sweet Jezebel is replaced by her younger brother.
Of all of the vampires, Ezra is the one that scares me the most. Acheron and Jezebel are pretty clear cut- Acheron is dark and scary, and sadistic. Jezebel is a slut, but surprisingly gentle. Ezra, he is just confusing. He is like a child, but he is also cruel.
“Pinkie,” he says when he touches me. He is smiling. “That is what I’ll call you. Pinkie. You’re all pink down there, so I’ll call you Pinkie.”
I quiver as he takes my arm lightly. I do not know what he is going to do, but I am scared. Ezra smiles and kisses the inside of my wrist, and suddenly I know, and I am even more afraid. He is going to drink from my wrist. I wish that I am wrong, but I know that I am not when I feel his fangs sink into my wrist.
I scream the most bloodcurdling scream. I know in that second that I am right to fear Ezra the most. Although he is cute with his blue and white hair and has an innocent face, and although he giggles like a child, he is the darkest of them all. He is insane. He is insane, and I am scared that he will suck all of my blood.
“Andy, please, don’t let him kill me!” I scream. I hear Ezra giggle into my wrist, and he jerks me closer to him, all the while, still drinking my blood. I am about to faint when Andy stops Ezra.
“Any more, and you’ll kill her,” he says. Reluctantly, Ezra pulls away, and I collapse into Andy.
“Is she going to be okay?” Jezebel asks. I feel like I might have caught Ezra’s insanity, because I think I hear concern in her voice.
“Yes,” Andy says curtly. “I’ll take her back to the castle and clean her up. And then I’ll let her sleep.” With that, my feet are swept out from under me, and I am being carried princess-style. Andy turns and starts to walk me out of the cellar, but I hear Jezebel pipe up again.
“Let me know when she gets better, Sixx,” she calls. “She’s pretty brave, to call us by name while we’re in a position to kill her. I like her. Let me know when she’s okay again.”
Andy stops. “O-okay,” he stammers. I am confused. Andy? Stammering? Absurd. But, then again, a vampire just expressed concern for me after sucking my blood, so I don’t know what to think anymore. Maybe I’m delusional. Maybe none of this is real, and in reality I’m locked up in an asylum. Maybe I’m really a fat old guy who is hallucinating this entire thing after doing something strong in his trailer. Maybe none of this is real.
When Jezebel does not speak again, Andy whisks me out of the cellar. Immediately, the vampire song wears off and I am like a completely different person.
“Put me down, you miserable son-of-a-bitch, so that I can kill you,” I snarl. I am pissed. Andy handed me over to a pack of sadistic vampires, and almost let them rape me. He let them touch me; he let them do things that he would’ve killed Link for even thinking just a couple days before. He let them drink my blood. He touched me while I was naked. Granted, he’d been hauling me away from getting raped, but still. He could’ve… but gloves on or something.
“As tempting as that may be, I think I’ll pass,” Andy says. His voice is devoid of emotion, but the sarcasm is clear as day. Asshole. “All that’s going to happen if I put you down is either you attack me poorly and I have to restrain you and then you yell at me for touching you, or you try to run away, I catch you, and you yell at me for touching you. So I’m just gonna just skip the first couple parts of both options and just keep carrying you. So go ahead, yell at me for touching you. Call me names. If you think I care, you are so wrong that it isn’t even amusing anymore.”
I glare up at him for a minute, so filled with livid hatred and loathing that I cannot even speak. Finally, I come up with something perfect to say, something that will hurt him. “Oh please, you think I minded that? You think Acheron was warping my mind with some vampire song? Please. He’s gorgeous. He doesn’t need to try, unlike you. Let me just tell you something, sweetie. I would much rather spend the rest of my life with that vampire than ever see you again. Because he,” I spat, “never pretended to be anything that he’s not, now did he? And besides, he’s hot. In fact, feel free to bring me back there right now so that I can finish what we started before you interrupted us, you jealous prick.”
With that, I resolve to never speak to him again. He is heartless and cruel, and he will never help me. The Andy that I loved is gone- no, he wasn’t even alive in the first place. He was a game, a fake, a façade made to make me trust him so that he could spy on me for his master. He wasn’t real. He wasn’t real. The only Andy that existed and had ever existed was the one holding me. The one who was cruel, the one who didn’t care about me.
A wave of uncontrollable sadness washes over me, and I start to drown. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I hear Andy inhale, and I know that he has seen.
He says nothing.

Notes

SORRYYYYYYYY I KNOW IT TOOK FOR-FUCKING-EVER FOR ME TO UPDATE BUT I'VE BEEN SO BUSY WITH GIGS AND SCHOOL AND STAYING HEALTHY WITH A FUCKY FAMILY. AND ALSO, I HAD TO KEEP STOPPING WHILE WRITING THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE ITS SO DARK.
Um, i dunno why that's all in caps i guess i forgot i had caps lock on, uh oh! lol, I swear i'll update sooner next time~~~ !
Also, I've heard that the site might be shut down. To be safe, I have posted my story on fanfiction.net under the same title "Sweet Blasphemy" and my username is "AkariOkayama." If I post it anywhere else, I will add another note ^^

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*title cred: "The War Against Ourselves" by Joel Faviere*