She could taste his blood in her mouth and tried to spit it out, certain that it was not a good thing to swallow it, but already she felt a warm laxness spread through her, and her knees gave out.
The vampire picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She heard the second wolf yelp as he strode across the driveway to where a black 4WD idled on the sidewalk and saw the first wolf struggle to stand before sinking back down.
Oh god, Raiden. Both wolves were injured. Her mate was injured.
He threw her onto the backseat, the air pushed out of her lungs from the impact, before sliding into the driver’s side. Her body was heavy and uncoordinated, the limbs not quite her own to control, but she fought against it, knowing that she needed to get free, needed to help the werewolves.
The other two vampires got in, one pushing her over in order to slide in beside her. The 4WD screeched down the road.
“Shit,” the front passenger was binding the stump of his arm. “My f-king arm!”
“It will grow back,” the driver replied dismissively. “Don’t be such a crybaby, Ed. We have all had a limb ripped off before. It is not a big deal.”
It was incredibly hard to keep her eyes open. She slid her hands along the seat, and fought to pull herself into a seated position, her head heavy on her neck and her arms and legs uncooperative. She slid across the leather seat, her temple hitting the cold glass of the window. She felt along the door, trying for the handle.
“No, you don’t,” the vampire in the back pulled her away from the door. “Put the locks on, Alex, she is still with it enough to try to get out.”
“She should be sleeping,” the driver glanced into the rear vision mirror. “I commanded her to do so. Sleep, girl,” he repeated the Other flashing red in the reflection.
“F-k you,” she slurred, fighting against it. “My wolf.”
“Both wolves are pretty f-ked up right now,” the one with a missing arm snarled at her. “It will take them a couple of days to heal up from that, if they don’t die in the interim.”
Raiden. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. “Incen-”
“Silence!” The one in the front seat commanded, as the one in the back slapped his hand over her mouth, pulling her hard against his chest. “F-king gag her, Toby. Lucian’s going to have to tear her tongue out to keep her under control. Why the f-k he wants a witch, I don’t know. There is a reason no one keeps them as blood slaves.”
She knew that she needed to fight but couldn’t quite remember why. She wanted to sleep but knew she shouldn’t. Her body felt too heavy to move and her head hung on her neck, held in place only by the hand over her mouth.
“He wants her because no one else has managed to make a witch a blood slave, you know Lucian, he has to prove he is better than anyone else,” Toby released her. Under the dual commands of sleep and silence, her body fell heavily, her head coming to rest on Toby’s lap. “She is docile now,” he stroked his fingers through her hair. “She is a pretty little thing.”
“Tastes sweet,” Alex grinned, his teeth still red with her blood, and his lips stained by it. “I wouldn’t mind some more.”
“Lucian’s not going to be happy that you tasted her first,” Toby continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and almost soothing.
“He will understand that I needed to get her under control.”
She groaned as she struggled against the urge to sleep.
“She is still awake,” Toby observed.
“That’s pretty impressive,” Alex replied. “I told her twice to sleep after she has had my blood. She should be dead to the world.”
Toby slid her onto his lap, and she fell against his shoulder like a rag doll. He shifted her so that her head fell to the side, exposing her neck. He leaned over her and carefully aligned his teeth with the still seeping wounds left by Alex. She sucked in air, trying to scream, as he sank his teeth into the already raw flesh, the pain focusing her again.
Raiden. “Incendi-” She whispered before Toby clasped his hand over her mouth.
She felt his tongue stroking over the wounds in her neck, the sensation causing her skin to crawl. He was hard, the throb of him pressing against her, and he ground his hips up, letting her know it, and that she was helpless to defend herself if he decided to rape her.
“What are you doing, Toby?” Alex said sharply. “Don’t drain her.”
“Just a taste,” Toby replied listing his head. “I had to heal the wounds you left anyway, so why not have a sample whilst I was there? She is sweet. There’s something… different to her blood, too. Something to the way it sits against the tongue. Must be the witch in her.”
He bit his wrist and released her mouth in order to push his wrist against her. She fought to keep her mouth closed, but he pinched her cheeks between thumb and forefinger, parting her lips. She fought against his blood as it spilled past the ineffectual barriers of her teeth.
“Drink it,” he murmured, his tongue stroking along her cheek where she had been cut by the glass, and he smiled, pleased, when she swallowed. “Good girl.” He put his wrist to his mouth and ran his tongue across it.
When he dropped his hand back onto her thighs, there was no evidence of a wound. Saliva heals, she thought, trying to remember where she knew that from.
Her eyes kept closing and every moment in the darkness, a greater length of time seemed to have passed in the car, their conversation becoming disjointed.
The third blink, the car was parked somewhere beneath golden artificial lights. The fourth she was being carried by Toby down a hallway. The fifth, she was on a bed in a room, the light bright and white overhead, and Toby and Alex stood in the doorway.
“Night night,” Toby grinned at her, his teeth stained with her blood. He turned off the light and she heard the door closed.
“Raiden,” she whispered into the darkness.