Christian
Christian groaned, slowly blinking his eyes open.
What the fuck happened?
He remembered leaving the apartment building and taking a shortcut through the alley. He’d been on his way to see that cute little stripper he’d been eyeballing, to work off some stress before they left on the rescue mission to get Luukas. But, it appeared he’d gotten intercepted.
So, where the hell was he now?
He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to chase away the headache pounding in his skull as he looked around. He was in an empty box within a larger, windowless room. Granted, it was a large box, more like a small room, but it was a box nonetheless. The box had three walls made of what looked like reinforced steel, and one wall made of glass. The floor and ceiling were made of the same material as the walls.
Glass? Really? Christian smirked as he stopped rubbing his neck. Whoever it was that had put him here was stupid enough to put a vampire behind glass? Thinking that would hold him?
He cracked his knuckles as he walked up to the front wall. The only bad thing about this was that he was about to cut the fuck out of his fist. But there didn’t seem to be any help for it. He sure as hell wasn’t staying in here and waiting around for his kidnappers to reappear.
He looked through the glass, searching the corners of the outer room as far as he could see, but it was just an empty room. There wasn’t even anywhere someone could hide, as there was no furniture other than a tall, leather-covered bench on the one side angled toward him, and a floor-to-ceiling pole in the center of the room. He didn’t see any hidden cameras either.
Good deal. Fisting up his right hand, he pulled back and slammed it into the glass. It bowed out with the force of his punch, but didn’t shatter as he’d expected it too, returning to its original shape.
Christian frowned. He’d hit that sucker pretty good. It should’ve broken easily. Taking a deep breath, he pulled back his fist again, letting it fly as hard as he could.
Again, the glass bowed out with his punch and then returned to the way it was.
What. The. Fuck.
This was obviously no ordinary glass. For the first time since he’d woken up, Christian began to get nervous. His fangs punched down in frustration as he tested each of the other walls in turn, punching, kicking, and body-slamming them until he had to stop or risk injuring himself in a way that would take too long to heal. He didn’t want to be incapacitated in any way when he met his hosts. His nervousness blossomed into full-blown anxiety.
He wasn’t getting out of here that easily.
Out of breath, he sank down into the corner, and tried to calm himself. Tried to think.
He didn’t remember anything after he entered the alley. Was he even still in Seattle? Who would do this to him?
He racked his brain for answers. Had he upset somebody’s boyfriend or husband? It was entirely possible. Christian didn’t ask many questions of the human females he fucked. He didn’t really care if they were taken or not, or where they were from, or what their name was. He’d never see them again in any case. He was only ever with a female once, and once he’d had her, any and all desire he’d felt for her was gone. And then he was on to the next one, and the next, until the rising sun chased him home.
The next night, he would do it all over again. The only time he didn’t follow this routine was when he was fighting or sleeping.
Such was his life since their Master had disappeared, and he had no idea where it had come from, or how to stop it. All he knew was that if he tried to resist his urges to have sex…well, let’s just say it wasn’t good.
He’d only attempted to refrain one time, and he’d managed to go two nights without being with anyone. The next night, when he’d gone to Shea’s apartment to get with her and Dante about how they were going to handle a group of rogue vamps in the area, he’d felt like a strung out heroin addict. He’d taken one look at the female Hunter, and had completely lost it. Dante had had to physically remove him from the premises, before he'd forced himself upon her and raped her, or worse. And that would’ve been bad. Really, really bad. Thank the gods Dante had arrived before him.
So, yeah, there was a very good chance that he’d played with the wrong female, and she’d cried to her male about how she’d been drugged and seduced, through no fault of her own, into cheating on him.
But how would a human male know to put him in something like this box cell? It wasn’t common knowledge among the humans that vampires lived among them. As a matter of fact, vampires went out of their way to avoid them finding out. If they did somehow, they were treated to a good old-fashioned memory wipe and were sent on their merry way, safe again in their ignorance.
Christian jumped to his feet as a hidden panel in the back of the room slid open. His eyes narrowed in on the empty doorway, waiting for his host to reveal himself. But no man ever came into the room. Instead, an ethereal creature glided towards him. A creature dressed in nothing but a gauzy, white camisole, matching short skirt, and slinky heels. Her skin was so pale it was nearly translucent. Her lips were a pink cupid’s bow. Her hair such a bright, peachy color, it reminded him of the rays of the sun streaming through the clouds at sunset. As she moved closer, he saw strands of blonde interspersed throughout the peach, only adding to the sunset effect. It was pulled back from her face, with only a few strands left loose to frame her features.
He wanted to pull the pins out of her hair and watch it ripple down around her face like fire.
He walked towards her as she neared him, stopping only when he came into contact with the glass wall. She hadn’t looked at him or spoken to him, yet she completely entranced him. His heart pounded as he watched her come closer and closer still. Her eyes were downcast, and he wished she would lift them so he could see their color.
She stopped at the pole, and he groaned aloud, placing his palms on the glass. She was still too far away from him. He wanted her closer.
Music bled into the room. A smoky, seductive beat that pulsed through his body, and she started to dance.
He watched, mesmerized, as she strutted around the pole, and then gripped it with one hand while she let her body go into a free fall around it, keeping her eyes down the entire time. Finding her footing again, she dropped down into a squat; the pole between her legs, gripping it with both hands. Ass first, she rose up to her full height, only to turn around and slide up and down the pole, her hands above her head as the pole separated her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Her skirt rode up as she writhed on the cold metal, giving him teasing glances of something white and sparkly and barely there, scarcely covering the mound between her soft thighs.
Christian pressed his forehead to the glass as she started undoing the hooks on the back of her shirt, helpless to look away.
Facing away from him, she let it float down the front of her body. Crossing her arms in front of herself, she covered her breasts with her hands, and then teasingly dropped one hand to swing around the pole again.
Through it all, she kept her eyes down and her expression never changed.
His cock pounded in his pants. His fangs ached to sink into her pale skin.
He was truly in hell.