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Descent into Darkness Chapter Four

Chapter Four

By Carolynn ReynoldsPublished 6 years ago 23 min read
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Aerion, Aesteria 1871

Rayvn looked away from them, turning her heated gaze out the window of the carriage. The night seemed to stretch on before them, beckoning her with endless possibilities. Not only could she hear the constant clip-clop of the horses' hooves but she could distinctly pick out each beasts' individual heartbeat as well as the heartbeat of the driver. The sound of the man's blood, rushing through his veins made her all the more thirsty, her throat tightened and her gums began to ache as if she were teething for the first time. The rest of their party chatted idly, as of nothing had happened.

Darius watched Rayvn out of the corner of his eye. The woman had kept Abbie on her lap, holding the child like a favored doll. Still, he kept up with the idle chatter that went on between Rayne and Marrow, interjecting on occasion. He was concerned that Rayvn would not take to this new life as he had hoped. He had given her immortality and yet... She was angry with him for destroying her life. He didn't understand the woman at all. "Rayvn... My love, won't you join the conversation?"

Rayne glanced at her sister as Darius spoke and sighed. The woman was stubborn, always had been. It would be a feat in-and-of itself to show the woman that this was a good thing in the long run. They had very little to fear in this new life... Disease would never again touch them, death had already failed once to claim them and could not do so again unless by chance they came across a form of Roman Catholic symbolism. "It would do you good, Rayvn. We have come into a life of endless possibilities and still, you frown upon it."

Marrow sighed and took Rayne's arm as the carriage pulled up to an inn. It was possibly one of the worst in the quaint town, but for their purpose, it was the best. There was a brawl every night and a few dead men and perhaps a whore or two would go unnoticed. He got out first and helped Rayne out of the carriage, smiling warmly at her.

Abbie clung to Rayvn as the carriage came to a stop. Even when going into town, they never stopped until they were in the high-end markets. The building in front of her now was decrepit and weather-worn. The state of disrepair was a storm away from collapsing but still, the inn was full of vagabonds and outcasts. "Why have we stopped here? Is there something wrong with the carriage?"

Rayvn held Abbie lightly as she shook her head. She understood why they were here. They were like newborns, their etiquette undeveloped in this new life. It would be messy, but as she put Abbie down and headed toward the doors, the scent of sweat, alcohol and other more vile odors assaulted her senses and made her gag. Still, just below that, she could smell something that urged her forward. It smelled like a fine wine permeating through the cloud of vomit-worthy odors that invaded her senses. "Nothing is wrong with the carriage, Darling. We are feasting here tonight."

Darius smirked and took a slow breath, savoring the air as they walked toward the entrance. He heard something in Rayvn's tone that made him curious. As she spoke, she seemed to have adopted a soft purr, the sound adding a darker, more seductive undertone to her already silken voice. "There she is.... My Rayvn."

Rayne watched her sister with slight shock. It was as if someone had flipped a switch. Not even seconds before, her twin had been unwilling to accept the new life that they had been given but now, all of the sudden... She was more than accepting, the woman was embracing the new life given to them by their husbands. She looked at Marrow as they followed a few steps behind and bit her lip lightly. She was confused by her sister's behavior and by Darius' total acceptance of it. "Marrow, my love... what is going on? I have never seen Rayvn act like that."

Marrow watched Rayvn with slight concern as well. It was rare to see someone change so quickly after clinging so tightly to their own convictions. He did not know Rayvn as well as he liked, but he got the feeling that the woman was planning something behind the guise of acceptance. He wrapped his arm around Rayne's waist lightly, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back as he urged her toward the entrance of the inn. "I'm sure it will pass and she will go back to her stubbornness, my love. The first night is always the hardest, but it will get easier ... I promise."

Abbigail looked up at her sister with wide eyes as she took the woman's hand and followed her toward the entrance. Confusion flashed for a moment across the child's doll-like features before she caught the rather intoxicating scent of something sweet. She giggled, the sound mimicking a wind chime that had been tickled by a summer breeze. "Dearest sister... Will we be feasting upon candies? Are we truly to have dessert for our dinner?"

Rayvn let her lips curl up into a slow, sultry smirk as Darius moved in front of them to open the door for her and Abbigail. It was taking every ounce of focus Rayvn had to control her urge to attack the first person she came across with a pulse. Instead, she guided Abbigail to a table toward the back of the inn and let out a soft sigh as the inn seemed to fall silent upon her entrance. "Yes, little love. It will be dessert... for dinner." Once more, there was a light purr to her tone that accentuated her accent and darkened her tone.

It wasn't often that anyone of noble blood entered such a low-class inn, let alone two women and a child of such ethereal beauty as that of Rayvn, Rayne, and Abbigail. Darius and Marrow were nearly overshadowed by the silence that fell when Rayvn escorted Abbigail inside and took a seat at an open table meant for a much larger group. The men gawked and the whores whispered jealously amongst each other for a moment as the rest of the party joined the woman and child.

Darius held the door for Rayvn and Abbigail as well as Rayne and Marrow, a smug, lopsided grin spread across his lips. Rayvn and Abbigail alone had silenced the otherwise riotous inn just by entering, he could only wonder what would happen should he take her to a more sophisticated place... The men here were practically drooling already. "Gorgeous creatures... All three of them. Rayvn will take this nicely, brother... she already seems to be on the prowl."

Rayne sighed lightly and shook her head, clinging to Marrow's arm lightly. She was worried about her sister, this sudden shift in attitude was unlike her. The woman had seemed to turn dark, uncaring of the people that were surrounding her. As she stepped into the main room of the inn, the scent filled her nostrils and she gasped, feeling her canines elongate as she let out a slight hiss. The thirst that she had been able to, for the most part, ignore on their ride here swelled with increasing force and she chewed lightly on her lower lip, feeling the sharp, needle-like fang dig into the tender flesh. She watched her sister settle in... rather easily amongst the other patrons and shook her head, feeling the eyes of the surrounding men move between the two women with unchecked lust. "Marrow..." Her voice came out a whisper as he gently removed his arm from hers and slipped into the welcoming arms of a common whore, leaving her to her own devices.

Marrow turned and winked at Rayne as he slipped away from her, a voluptuous woman taking his arm and pulling him toward a back room. The woman looked like a lost child, standing center stage in a crowd of wanton men. Part of him felt bad for leaving her in such a state, but the thirst had gotten to him as well. Still, he licked his lips and smiled at the woman as she chatted away. 'Don't fret, My love. Enjoy it. Pick one and accept the precious gift of life that he will so willingly give.... But remember, you are mine.'

Abbigail stayed with her eldest sister, clinging to the woman's skirt as she moved into the crowd. Her eyes traveled from patron to patron, the sounds of laughter, curses, insolent catcalls and the thud of a dozen heartbeats ringing in her ears. She felt her stomach cramp and she squeezed the woman's hand tighter, tilting her head as Rayvn picked her up and settled her into the gentle curve of her lap. She glanced at the two men who had invited them over. It was clear they had not expected the child but with their interest peaked in her eldest sister, they opted to ignore her.

Abbigail was not happy about it, taking to glaring at the two as they flirted ceaselessly with Rayvn until one of the barmaids, a fair-skinned young woman with soft, gentle features offered the child a place to play without interrupting the adult conversation. Rayvn let her go, advising Abbigail not to stray from the inn. The child nodded absently and followed the young woman, listening to her prattle on and coo about how absolutely darling Abbigail was. Once they got to the room, the woman offered her a hot meal, to which Abbigail refused politely. She watched the woman gather some things from the closet, toys it seemed. Abbigail smiled lightly as she offered the child a doll, taking it in her arms. "Thank you, Miss. She is very pretty. Reminds me of my mother." Abbigail pouted lightly as she thought of her mother, mere hours dead because of the two men who had brought them into this new life.

Rayvn fell easily back into the conversation as the woman removed Abbigail to another room. The two men who had taken a liking to her seemed brutish in nature, their thick accents making it hard for her to understand some of what they said. Still, she chatted politely, laughing as they did until the one wrapped his tree trunk like arm around her waist and leaned in, his breath wreaking of alcohol. "Whadd'ya say... we find a more ... private settin?"

The woman smirked as she let her ocean blue gaze slip to his. "What of your friend?"

The man tightened his grip on her waist, squeezing tighter as he looked across the table at the other man. He smiled slyly, though in his drunken state it looked more like a sneer. It was clear he was not going to allow her to leave so easily, though she hadn't actually refused, yet... Nor would he let her if she did. "Ah, lass. He can share, I'm sure."

Rayvn caught the exchange and felt him pull her tighter. The men were absolute filth, neither of which she would have usually associated with, let alone looked at in any other setting, but her body craved the precious fluid that flowed through their veins. She took note of her twin, looking lost and awkward as she made her way toward the bar. "Perhaps. Although, I'm sure you took note of the small group I walked in with... My twin sister stands just there and it seems... She has yet to find an escort. Perhaps he would be interested in her?"

Darius allowed himself to be pulled into an upstairs room by one of the prettier, younger whores working the room and watched as she stripped for him. The woman before him had small breasts, but she was still young enough that they were taught and perky. Once the slight chill of the room hit her bare flesh, pale and flush from the cold, her nipples tightened to little peaks. Darius licked his lips as he watched her undo her skirts, the fabric sliding from her body, revealing well-rounded hips and the thick black curls that covered her most private spots. "Come here, love so that I may touch you."

Rayne stepped up to the bar, the woman behind it overweight and overly happy. She greeted Rayne with a smile and a pint of ale, attempting to strike up a conversation with the woman that looked so scared. That was until her twin approached with two men. The woman scurried off and went to tend to the other patrons as Rayne turned to acknowledge her sister. "I see you found some friends, Darling."

Marrow followed the woman into a room full of candles, the dim light flickering as he settled down into a chair. The woman shut the door and locked it, smiling as she approached him. He stretched, letting her undo his jacket and then the shirt. She had a very pretty face, the gently rounded slope of it shadowed by dark hair and poorly done makeup. She was young, he could hear her heart pounding as she seemed to try too hard to appeal to him. Part of him felt bad, for he knew that she would never be able to get away from this career but his thirst soon overrode his emotion as he pulled the young woman into his lap. "How long... have you worked as a lady of the night, Miss?"

The young woman blushed as she gasped, feeling Marrow pull her into his lap. She shivered lightly as she felt his breath against her neck and bit her lip. His question, for a moment, was overridden by the feel of his body, hard as a rock against hers. Though as he uttered it again, his words slightly muffled against her neck she let out a soft whimper of want and finally spoke. "I... I just started, Sir. Forgive me, I can bring you someone more... experienced if you are not pleased with me..."

The woman watched Abbigail as the child looked as if she were about to cry and shook her head. She did not wish to see the child unhappy. The woman knelt down beside her and rubbed the child's back lightly. "Are you alright, Dear? I did not mean to upset you..."

Abbigail sniffled lightly as the woman settled next to her, finding that she could use this to her advantage. Tears sprang to her eyes, though they were tinted red with blood as she threw her arms around the woman. She let out a whimper, the word mama leaving her lips as the woman held her, trying to calm the crying child. As the woman moved her head, Abbigail nuzzled lightly against her neck, finding the warmth enticing. She could feel the woman's heartbeat through the vein in her neck and it became too much of a temptation. Her fangs extended and she slid them into the woman's neck, feeling the woman try to pull away, but Abbigail's grip only tightened. She feasted, hissing as the woman's feeble attempts to escape only pushed the child's fangs deeper, causing more of her life-giving blood to pour into the child's mouth and down her chin.

Rayvn smiled warmly, offering her hand to her twin as the male closest to her tightened his grip once again on her waist. She gasped, feigning as if she couldn't breathe through the combination of her corset and his grip. He loosened it promptly and nodded to the man with them as Rayvn spoke. "Aye, Darling sister... I have. They wish to treat us to dessert."

Darius watched the woman saunter over, keeping his eyes on her as she took a breath. She moved closer to him, hips swaying as she stopped between his legs. She leaned in, removing his jacket and then began unbuttoning his shirt her gaze never leaving his. Darius let his hands rest on her sides, feeling the warmth of her body against his. He felt her shiver, smirking as he pulled her fully into his lap, kissing her neck lightly. "Don't be shy, Miss... do as you wish."

Rayne took her sister's hand, watching the two men with mistrust in her eyes. Both of them were large, muscular men that could easily take advantage of the two women. She felt the other man move closer to her and took a breath, though needlessly and followed them into a back room. It was large, with two beds, a small table with two chairs around it as well as a candle on top and a larger, oversized chair that the male pulled Rayvn over too. Rayne watched the male that had escorted her shut the door and lock it, feeling every muscle in her body tense to aching. "You say dessert... and yet I see no food, Darling..."

Marrow chuckled lightly as she admitted that she had just only started out in this life. He had suspected as much, but her offer to bring him someone with more experience shook him slightly. The realization that the woman was still new hit home as he knew... his new bride was just as inexperienced as the woman in his lap. "Not necessary, Miss... You will do just fine." He let his hands slide up to her breasts, undoing the ties of her dress in one swift motion before pulling the silken fabric away from her body. Beneath it, she was bare, her skin so soft and warm he nearly forgot himself. His hands went back to the soft mounds that were her chest, fingers expertly massaging the firm, yet yielding flesh while his thumbs played in little circles with her now hardened nipples. He listened to her gasp, felt the tension in her limbs melt away as she let him take control.

The young woman in his arms let out soft, wanton whimpers as Marrow teased, though his hands lingered on her breasts, thumbs brushing and teasing against her already sensitive nipples. The more he felt her, the less nervous she felt. Any tension in her body melted away as she let herself slip into the pleasure that he provided her.

Abbigail stood for a moment after the woman fell limp, pushing the corpse away from herself. The cramps were gone and she no longer felt as if she would die without something to drink. She moved to the vanity in the opposite corner of the room and stood on the chair to look in the mirror that had been set upon the desk, but to her dismay, all she could see was the room beyond. She did not have a reflection any longer. With a soft huff of indignation, she pulled the hood attached to her cloak over her head and hopped down from the chair, moving over to the bed and sat down, playing quietly with the doll in her arms. "Well, how do you like that, Miss. I shall not know until Rayvn sees me if I have ruined this dress, though... Surely I have.. I can feel the woman's blood on my chin still..."

Rayvn walked into the room with them and looked around. It was clear that the two men were renting this place, as there were signs of life beyond just the usual turn down service that she supposed every room had after its occupants had left for the evening. She turned and looked at her twin, a sly smirk upon her lips as she allowed the man who had so boldly, albeit drunkenly claimed her began to sloppily undo her dress. "My darling sister.... They are dessert."

The man that had accompanied Rayvn cursed slightly as his attempts to undo the dress failed the first couple of times, only to feel the silk fabric give finally and slide away to reveal the white corset and skirts beneath. He let out a groan of indignation, muttering curses about the fashions of "proper lasses" and set to release the skirts as well as the strings of the corset.

The woman groaned softly as Darius' lips fell against her neck, her body shivering with anticipation in his arms. Darius could hear her heart thundering in her chest as she continued to remove his shirt. His chest was hard, chiseled muscle and very pale. His skin was freezing as if he had just gotten out of an ice bath. "Sir..." She felt him shift, sitting her up so that she was facing him. Her breasts were bare now and he smiled, hushing her with a finger as he let his head dip to her chest, his lips leaving feather light kisses along her collarbone before traveling down to the sensitive flesh of her breast. The woman gasped, moaning softly as he soon took the hardened nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, feeling the woman in his lap instinctively roll her hips against his crotch. He let out a groan, his tongue sweeping over her nipple one last time before he let it go and looked up at her. "To bed, Miss."

Rayne watched the man with uncertainty, feeling her escort begin the same drunken ritual. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was undressing her. She tried to pull away but the man grabbed her by the shoulder and held her still. "Unhand me... I am not one of your common whores."

The man tightened his grip on Rayne's shoulder for a moment before turning her to face him. He sneered and raised his hand as if he was going to slap her but stopped, something in her eyes making him rethink his actions before he shoved her against the door. "Ah, miss. Ya came willingly... so t'night ya are."

Marrow stood, taking the woman in his arms with him. He could feel the heat of her skin against his chest. He walked over to the bed and lay her down, the woman's hair like a halo around her as her bare body lay before him. He smiled and removed the rest of his clothes, his cock stiff as he moved to cover her. He aligned himself with her slit, feeling the tip brush against the hair there before it yielded to her almost virginal pussy. He listened to the woman moan and he let out a slight groan of his own as he dipped his head to her neck, his fangs brushing against it.

The woman felt his fangs, but she was so far gone in her pleasure that it didn't phase her. She moaned as his thick cock entered her, clinging to him as she shuddered. Her body arched on instinct and she pressed closer to him. Her eyes closed as he thrust, slowly at first, into her. Her head fell back lightly and she let out a moan. "Please... do not tease like this..."

Rayvn sighed lightly as the man cursed and helped him release the skirts, the fabrics gathering at her ankles. She was nude now, her breasts plump as they rested, round and glorious against her chest. She allowed the man to feel her up, gasping lightly as he squeezed her breast. She could smell the alcohol pouring off of him, but she ignored it as she gazed at Rayne. "Relax, Darling... Do we not deserve to make our own choices?"

The man squeezed Rayvn's breast and pressed himself against her from behind. He set to enjoying the feel of her skin, ice cold as it was. She was clearly willing, though her sister still seemed rather unsure. He didn't care though. He wanted her. Her skin was the color of fresh cream, her hair as dark as a moonless, starless sky. He kissed her neck, feeling her shudder. "Lass, your freezin'. Let me warm ya."

Darius watched her stand and then moved with her to the bed. He bent her lightly over the edge, squeezing the plumpness of her ass as he adjusted his member to press against her slit. He listened to her moan softly as he rubbed against her before sliding in. She was tight, her pussy holding him snugly as he began to rock, thrusting slowly at first until she begged him to fuck her. He groaned and pulled her upright, thrusting hard and fast into her, at the same time, he toyed with her nipples and slid his fangs into her neck. The woman in his arms screamed though he was unsure if it was because of the feel of his fangs, or the woman's orgasm hitting her. He didn't care much either, he took his pleasure and her life force before laying her gently on the bed. There was a bucket near the bathroom meant for cleanup. He took a moment to clean his hands and his member before walking out into the hall.

Rayne gasped as he pushed her against the door and let out a hiss. It was instinct, but she would not be treated like this. The male came for her again, ripping her clothes as he attempted to remove them. The silk shredded far too easily as he took her by the throat. His undoing was the fact that she didn't need to breathe. She grabbed him as he kissed her chest roughly and the thirst took over. She sank her fangs into his neck, the man struggling at first but she held him close until he weakened and eventually went limp.

Marrow listened to the woman's plea and groaned. He thrust into her once, gently, before gradually picking up speed. He fucked her hard, feeling her body tremble with him each push. The woman beneath him was already soaked and he needed release and nourishment. It didn't take long for her to climax, he groaned as she clamped around him, taking advantage of her ultimate pleasure to sink his fangs into her neck. She screamed with pleasure, the sound muffled by his shoulder. He met his own climax shortly after, feeling the life drain from her as he drank. As he finished, he kissed her cheek as he whispered his thanks into her ear.

Rayvn purred and turned in the man's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eyes sparkled as she pressed herself against him. She knew what Rayne had done, taking the opportunity to distract the man who continued to marvel and tease her body. "Please, do."

The man gaped for a moment, thrown off by the woman's forwardness. He didn't hesitate after that, he guided her backward, onto the bed. She was a goddess in the flesh. The man wasted no time in drunkenly moving over her, almost falling twice. He was, perhaps a tad too rough as he pushed into her, nearly growling as he entered her virginal pussy. He swore, apologized, and swore again as he stretched her. His hands explored her breasts and body more as he thrust into her hard and fast. The woman beneath him moaning and he took her. She surprised him and when she pulled him down to cover her completely. Her body trembled as he felt her clench, she was close to climaxing, as was he. He felt himself twitch just as the woman's fangs tore into his neck. The sensation was erotic, a mixture of pleasure and pain that caused him to spill his seed within her. She moaned as her own pleasure took her, pussy spasming around him as she coated his cock.

Darius watched his brother leave the room a few doors down from his and smirked. He had yet to see the women though. He wondered at this, knowing that the thirst would have overtaken all three of them in no time. He greeted Marrow and listened, hearing the moans and grunts of several people coming from each door, but could not pinpoint where the other three might be. "Have the ladies sought you out yet, dear brother?"

Rayne watched in horror as Rayvn allowed the drunken brute to take her. They had both saved themselves for their suitors and respective husbands until now... She was frozen with shock as the man finished and went limp atop her twin. "What... have you done....?"

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Carolynn Reynolds

I am a Writer of Fiction. I have taken a specific interest in Vampires and demons with the consideration that there are so many different variations of both.

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