Blood Secrets: Tales of the Children of the Moon

Chapter Nineteen: Nightmares Turned Reality

Vixen awoke to metal clanking against metal and a tightness around her throat. Her head ached from the drugs Kuza and Francesca had pumped her full of after they'd shoved her into the car that had been waiting for them at the Graveyard. Her eyesight was blurry as she looked around, trying to get a lick on an idea of where she was. It didn't take her long. This place had been her home for a good year and a half after Aimee's death, after all.

They had taken her back to Seattle.

"Oh fuck me," she growled as she got up on shaky legs, the metal chains attached to her wrist shackles jangling as she moved. It may have been dark as Hell to a human in the room but Vixen was a hybrid. A witch with locked down werewolf juice running through her veins. This darkness was like a cloudy day for her eyes.

"All in do time my love," a voice said suddenly from the other end of the room and Vixen's head snapped in the direction of the sound. Kuza walked out of the shadows, that spiked whip that gave Vixen night terrors from Hell wrapped around his leather clad body. Vixen growled. "Fuck you Michael." Kuza chuckled. "You really must be aching for my cock if your offering yourself that much my dear," Vixen's eyes widened at his words and Kuza chuckled. "What? Wolf boy not doing it for you? I knew that little prick had a well...little prick," Kuza laughed at his own stupid joke and Vixen rolled her eyes. "News flash you Idjit!" she growled, taking a step towards him. Kuza went dead silent. "I HAVEN'T SLEPT WITH ANYONE SINCE I LOST OUR SON!" she screamed.

Sorrow crossed Kuza's features at the mention of their son Alexander, but it was quickly replaced with rage and the whip that had once been loosely wrapped around him was soon sailing through the air, the spiked leather making direct contact with Vixen's face, creating a crescent shaped wound on her left cheek. A gasp escaped Vixen's lips but nothing more. She had known the whip was coming and had prepared for it. The pain didn't bug her that much anymore. It just fueled her anger. "Don't you dare mention him again you filthy slut!" Kuza hissed, taking a step in Vixen's direction.

Now in the past, the old Vixen would have submitted to his words; said "yes Master" and "I apologize for upsetting you Master" and hoped that the whip would not have come into contact with her once more for the rest of the day or night- whichever one it was, Vixen hadn't determined that just yet- but not the new Vixen. No, the new Vixen glared back at Kuza with hate in her eyes. Hate and defiance. She would not give in to this life again. She would fight.
Even if it killed her.

~*~ Three Hours Later ~*~

Vixen grunted in pain, biting her lip to hold back another scream that wanted to escape her tightly sealed lips as the spiked whip slashed across the blood covered, shredded skin of her stomach. Kuza had seemed to focus more on her front this time round instead of her back and she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the previous marks. Either that or it was because of her tattoo, and if that was the case she was somewhat grateful. It would be a major bitch to try and fix the artwork if he ripped into it with that damned whip.

Kuza walked up to Vixen and grabbed her forcefully by the throat. The leather collar he had placed upon her, most likely some time when she'd been passed out by the drugs, cut into the soft flesh it covered and Vixen had to hold back a whimper as she felt her airway begin to become closed off. "I'm beginning to tire of your games my little pet," he hissed in her ear and Vixen shivered in disgust. Kuza chuckled at her actions and his brown eyes bored into her stormy blue eyes, lust clouding them. "You know I hate it when I have to punish you dear," he whispered, a wicked smirk playing upon his black painted lips. Vixen's own lips curled in disgust as he drew closer to her, his lips inches from her. She knew what he was going to do, and she wasn't going to let it happen.

Kuza's head whipped backwards suddenly as Vixen headbutted him, hard. Rage filled his eyes and Vixen smirked before she took her actions even further, going so far as to spit in her captor's face. "Go to Hell Michael!" She growled. "I hope Karma dry fucks you up the arse with a fucking cactus for everything you've ever done to me, and any other girl you've kidnapped and sold to those disgusting blood stealing bastards you call 'Clientele'."

The rage on Kuza's face grew and Vixen knew she was about to pay for what she had just said but at the moment, she didn't care. It felt wonderful to get that off her chest after all these years, and to say it to his face? That felt even better. She didn't expect what Kuza was going to do as punishment though. Not by a long shot.

Kuza walked up to Vixen and slammed her up against the concrete wall, the only concrete wall in the whole room to be exact, and she heard a small crack as her skull made contact. She finally cried out in pain and Kuza smiled at the sound. But he wasn't finished. He quickly unlocked the shackles around her wrists, pulling out and slapping a pair of metal handcuffs tightly onto her them. Vixen knew, as would many who lived in the BDSM lifestyle, that cuffs like those would normally never be used in that kind of thing because of the simple fact that, depending on how tight the cuffs had been placed on the person, should the one who had been cuffed struggle too much, the metal could cut into their skin and leave deep gashes, or worse, even cut into an artery and cause the person to bleed out. But Vixen had a feeling that Kuza didn't care if Vixen struggled, or if she did open an artery and bleed out. This was punishment. Not pleasure.

Kuza dragged Vixen out of her prison and down a long hall to a large wooden door that he preceded to open, shoving Vixen inside. She fell to her knees on the hard concrete floor, her eyes scanning her surroundings, and she gulped in terror as she saw large groups of vampires scattered about the room, surrounding a large, king sized four poster bed that was placed in the middle of the bed. her eyes widened in horror as she began to piece together what Kuza had planned to do to her.

A metal chain suddenly connected to the ring attached to the collar around her throat and Kuza yanked on it, forcing Vixen to her feet. "Get up you filthy whore," He growled, dragging her over to the bed before shoving her onto it. As soon as she made contact with the bed she began scooting to the front, trying to get as far away from Kuza as she could. But there was no escape from the evil bastard so long as the chain was connected to the collar.

***WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING!!! THIS NEXT PART IS NOT NEEDED TO BE READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED BY SEXUAL SITUATIONS THAT INCLUDE RAPE AND TORTURE!! IF YOU NEED TO YOU CAN SKIP THIS PART! YOU WONT BE MISSING ANYTHING BIG I PROMISE!!**

Kuza chuckled and yanked on the chain once more, pulling Vixen back to him, before unbuckling and pulling down his pants and boxers. Vixen whimpered in fear as Kuza's member sprang free, already fully erect. She screamed in pain as he suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face in front of his cock. "Suck it Bitch," he growled, his angry gaze boring holes into her skull. Vixen shook her head the best she could, keeping her lips tightly closed and refusing to look straight ahead of her. Kuza growled before grabbing a hold of her jaw forcefully, putting pressure in just the right spot until Vixen had no choice but to open her mouth or let him break her jaw.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Kuza shoved his cock into her mouth, making sure he shoved it all the way down her throat till he hit the back, making her gag. He then continued to make her blow him, using the grip he had on her hair and pulling her head back before shoving it back on his cock once more. He repeated this process over and over and over, until Vixen was sure he would release down her throat, but suddenly he stopped, throwing her off of him and back onto the bed.

Vixen gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down her face. But Kuza wasn't anywhere near finished. He called to over to someone Vixen couldn't see before he crawled up on the bed, throwing off his shirt and shoving Vixen down on the bed. He then proceeded to begin tearing off what remained of her t-shirt and bra, before removing her pants and underwear. The whole time Vixen struggled, but it seemed useless.

"Stop struggling and just submit like the good little slut you know you are," Kuza growled through gritted teeth as he lined himself up against her entrance. This only made Vixen struggle harder. "Go fuck a Cactus Michael!" She screamed at him. Kuza smiled at her as he paused. "No my dear," he whispered as he stealthily switched his positioning. "I'd much rather fuck you." And with those words, Kuza shoved his cock deep into Vixen's tight and virginal ass.

Vixen screamed as pain seared through her. She had never felt a pain like this before and God did it hurt like hell. Kuza didn't seem to care though, and neither did the Vampire that suddenly appeared next to her, his pants around his ankles and his own cock out and in her face. Kuza continued to thrust fast and hard into Vixen's ass, her screams seeming to urge him on, before the vampire grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth and proceeded to skull fuck her harder than Kuza had, barely giving Vixen a chance to breathe.


After what seemed like an eternity later, both Kuza and the vampire finally found their release, Kuza shoving his cock deep into her ass one final time and filling it with his seed while the vampire shoved her skull against his body and spilled his seed down her throat. Vixen choked on the warm liquid, barely able to breathe and having no choice but to swallow it. After a moment the Vampire threw her back onto the bed and Kuza got off of the bed, pulling his clothes back on slowly and chuckling. He threw a towel at Vixen and smiled at the girl he at one time, had cared deeply for.

"Maybe this will teach you where exactly your place is you little bitch," he said as he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, the vampires following him out. Vixen continued to lay there on the bed, curled into a ball, tears falling from her eyes.

"Andy," she whispered into the darkness as unconsciousness began to cloud into her vision. "Please save me..."

***WARNING: ALRIGHT ITS OVER!! IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO READ THAT BIT YOU CAN RESTART UP WITH THE STORY HERE AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE, YOU HAVEN'T MISSED ANYTHING IMPORTANT. SORRY ABOUT THAT BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE**


~*~ Some Time Later ~*~

A cool sensation being spread across the shredded skin of Vixen's stomach is what brought her from her unconscious state. She cracked open her bleary eyes, hoping against hope that she wasn't truly in Seattle, that she had somehow been knocked unconscious in the battle at the Graveyard, and was in some sort of coma, reliving her past, only this time with her night terrors twisting them into new forms of torture.

But she knew she hadn't been. She knew she was locked once again inside her old metal prison. And this time, there would be no escape.

"Hey, I think she's waking up!" A feminine voice whispered from somewhere beside her. Vixen looked around, trying to find the female who had spoken. It didn't take her long to find her. The girl was sitting right next to her after all.

The stream of moonlight that shown through a barred, but open window that- somehow- she had never noticed before now, illuminated the young girl and through it, Vixen was able to get a good, observational look at the girl sitting beside her.

Through the stream of light Vixen was able to see some of the young girl's features. She saw that she was quite pale, had a narrow face, and slim body. Two strands of pin straight, dark brown, almost black hair, fell from the high ponytail she wore and Vixen could tell, just by those two strands, that the girls had to reach to the middle of her back. At least. And it was through those two dark strands of hair that Vixen caught sight of the girls eyes.

They were glowing a golden blue in the moonlight. That could only mean one thing (to Vixen at least):

This girl was a Supernatural.

The question was: what kind was she?

The girl was kneeling beside Vixen on the ground, holding a damp cloth soaked some sweet smelling liquid in one of her pale hands, and a small wooden bowl filled with the same liquid sitting beside her. The girl smiled when she caught sight of Vixen looking at her. "Hey there you," she whispered, placing the damp cloth back in the bowl and wiping her hands on her dark jeans. Vixen looked at the girl confused. Who was this chick? Was she one of Kuza's captive's? Or did she work with him? Whichever it was, she would find out. "How ya feeling?"
Vixen rolled her eyes and glared at the girl. "How do you think I feel you Idjit?" She growled sarcastically. "I just got my skin flayed by a spiked whip by my ex, before I was thrown into some room. Then I was forced to blow said ex, before he threw me down and ass raped me, let some blood sucking bastard skull rape me while he did it, and all the while let a bunch of other blood sucking bastards stand around and watch, most likely jerking off to it while they did! So to answer you question, at the moment, I feel like a used up, two dollar whore who got raped by a person she once thought loved her!" The girl's eyes widened to the size of saucers with every word Vixen growled.

"Jesus Christ!" Vixen's head whipped to the side as a new voice, and female whose voice it belonged to, made her presence known to the two girls. The young girl walked into the stream of moonlight, and Vixen caught sight of wavy hair the colour of light brown sugar and black streaks that she vaguely recognized. Once again, thanks to the light, Vixen was able to see how beaten down the girl had become, all thanks to Kuza and his men.

Blood dripped from open gashes down her arms, chest, thighs, and Vixen saw that there was an especially deep gash on her left shoulder. Bruises covered almost every visible inch of the girl's pale, pallid looking, blood covered skin. As Vixen looked the girl over more...analytically...she caught sight of a nasty cut just above her right eyebrow. She watched as blood dripped down from the cut and into a pair of deep, ocean blue eyes that she had only seen from two other people in her life. And seeing as the person standing before her wasn't a guy, it couldn't be Andy. Which only meant one thing...

Vixen's voice shook as she sat up and stared at the girl, sorrow and fear in her stormy eyes.

"Taylor?"

Notes

Author's Note:

Ah fuck! Taylor got Taken? Damn you Kuza! you raging Dickbag!
Haha sorry guys, short one tonight, chapter twenty's gonna have a plot twist for ya so be on the look out and be ready! and dont say I didnt warn ya'll!
Until next time guys! See you on the other side and Blessed Be!

- Kyrie Kerr =^.^=