Dead Seed (NC17)
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"Vampires Don't Exist" has been rewritten and is now called "Dead Seed." For more information, see FAQ.

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Copyright © 2005/09 by [R. (Sara) Vance].
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Summary

Suicidal Aralyn Montgomery finds herself thrust into a world of domination and torture when a Master vampire claims her as his. If she does not obey his every command, he punishes her in ways that have been considered sick, twisted, and evil.

The Master wishes to make Aralyn his eternal lover. To do this, he must turn her into a vampire. But first he wants her to give him what he has always desired....

Will Aralyn escape his monstrous clutches? Or will she be forced to live with him for eternity and made his pet?

*Content Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences.
Caution is advised to readers under the age of 17.

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Sample Chapter
Five (incomplete)

Aralyn looked up and saw, for the first time, the other end of the corridor. Her room wasn’t the only one in this clammy prison. There was another door at the end of the passageway, this one made of strong wood with a small, barred window at the top. She gazed down the dimly lit tunnel, her shadow cast on the wall by two torches. Apparently electricity hadn’t been installed in the basement.
Cautiously, she crept towards the door, a strange new sense of fear clutching her. She had an idea of what the room was, but she didn’t want to believe it. Were these creatures really such terrible monsters that they would keep a readily available supply of ‘food’?

There was more coughing followed by what sounded like sobbing. She focused on only the door, nothing else around her. Her breaths seemed amplified and her blood pumped hard in her ears. She wanted to turn back. Ignore the sounds. Ignore the door. But she couldn’t. One foot forward.

Another step.

Another.

Joining in with the coughing and sobbing, someone moaned as if stricken with fever.
She reached the door and touched the knob, slowly entering the room. It was dark mostly. A single torch sat off to the side. A wall of stench hit her hard and she had to cover her nose and mouth to keep from gagging. The musty cell reeked of blood, festering wounds, urine and feces. She could hear rats and insects scurrying above, in the rafters, and below, near her feet. She was careful to step lightly.

Looking up, she gasped, the sound muffled by her hands. Hanging from the ceiling were several nooses. Chains, whips, and shackles were attached to the walls. Just in front of her was a large metal table with four huge spikes that protruded at each corner. They were all caked with old blood and what looked like pieces of human flesh. Next to the table was a smaller one, a surgeon’s table that held many tools. Dull and sharp, all stained with blood. In the corner farthest from her was an iron maiden next to a fireplace and at the corner opposite of that was a wooden ramp.

A torture chamber. Aralyn was standing in the middle of a true torture chamber. Her mind was telling her to run, but she couldn’t make her body listen. She was too much in shock.

“Who are you?”

The voice belonged to a weak sounding woman. Aralyn turned to the right and what she saw brought tears to her eyes. Lining the whole wall were metal cages and inside the cages were living human beings. Well, most of them were alive. There were a few lying on the cold ground that she couldn’t tell if they were just sleeping or dead. All of them were dirty and wounded, some more than others. Crusting injuries were on their arms, legs, faces; everywhere. They all looked so pitiful, Aralyn’s heart reached out for them. They didn’t look underfed, though. As far as weight went, most of them looked pretty healthy. Pets. Some of them were thin, probably the ones who had been here the longest; they had given up and were starving themselves to death.

They were terrified. Some were huddled in the corners, hugging themselves and weeping into their knees.

“Well?” the young female asked. “Are you another one of his scum? Have you come here to get some sick pleasure like the rest-” she cut off her own words, looking up, her eyes wide with terror.

Aralyn spun around to find Morgan, the one from earlier that had blocked her and Virgil’s path to the stairs. He was standing behind her. He was so close she could smell his putrid breath. He reeked of blood.

“Haven’t you ever been told not to go snoopin’ around in a house that doesn’t belong to you?”
Before she knew what had happened, Morgan backhanded her so hard that she fell to the floor and was now being straddled by the vampire. He held her wrist down, pushing them hard into the cold concrete. His weight consumed her and she found it hard to breathe.

“Get off of me!” she screamed through gasps of breath as she struggled beneath him.

Morgan laughed, an ear grating sound. Some of the prisoners had scrambled to stand and peer through the bars to see what he would do to her.

“You’re a feisty one, ain’t ya? Struggle some more!”

His words were making her even angrier and the situation reminded her of Devin. She could feel her blood heating beneath her skin. Her muscles had tightened and were burning with the effort of trying to kick him off of her. He was too strong; she had to wait for an opening.

“No Virgil the Goodie-Goodie to stop me now and Aimeric’s not here, either. Let’s see how you taste, he’ll never know.”

He opened his mouth and leaned down to her neck, licking the flesh, tasting the pulse beneath her skin first. He drew back and sniffed it, his eyes fluttering in ecstasy, and then he bit into her. His fangs went deep into her vein. Aralyn screamed and went back to struggling, her eyes watering at the burning pain he was inflicting on her.

“Morgan. That’s enough.” The words flowed smoothly from a deep voice.

In a flash Morgan jumped up, wiping his mouth and staring with wide eyes at the doorway.

“Master Aimeric, I- I’m sorry. I just wanted to taste her and I-”

“I know. You didn’t think I was here and you thought you could bathe her before I returned.”

Morgan hung his head in guilt. Aralyn lifted herself up onto her elbows and looked to the doorway where the new figure stood. She saw him through glistening eyes, wet with her tears. He was tall, leaning against the frame of the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Two icy eyes stared at her, the most intense color of blue she had ever seen. They scrutinized her as she lay trembling on the floor.

“Leave us, Morgan. I’ll deal with you soon enough.”

“Y-yes sir.” He whimpered as he scuttled out of the room, careful not to touch Aimeric as he went by.

Groaning, Aralyn pulled herself the rest of the way into a sitting position, touching the place on her neck where Morgan drank from her. There was blood seeping out of the two small wounds and it still burned, though not as much as it had when he had been drawing it out of her with his mouth and tongue.

Hearing Aimeric take a deep breath, she looked up and was instantly covered in chills, realizing he was taking in the scent of her blood as though it were some tantalizing aroma. His eyes were closed, a look of pleasure on his face, which she could barely see due to the lack of light. Suddenly, she wished she were left to face Morgan again. The aura coming off of Aimeric was pure evil, she could sense that much.

She couldn’t seem to make her legs work well enough to stand so she scooted away as far as she could, wanting to put as much distance between him and her as possible. If her brain had been working right she would have realized she was trapping herself, pinning her back against the metal table.

Aimeric opened his eyes, smirking at her, his face splitting into a malevolent grin. Then, seeing the curious prisoners, he sneered.

“Get back to the floor like the animals you are unless you want to come out and play.”
They didn’t hesitate; they knew what he meant by ‘play.’ Every one of the prisoners moved as far back as they could, keeping their backs against the wall and falling to the floor, not wanting to encourage him. They wouldn’t make eye contact with either Aimeric or Aralyn.

Aimeric pushed off the door frame, lithely moving towards her. His steps were soft, not making a sound and his eyes seemed glued in place, staring into her eyes. She felt drawn into him, unable to look away, though she was trembling. Something about this creature struck her soul, making her feel as if all courage and happiness had abandoned her. There seemed to be a great pressure against her, like she was carrying a stack of heavy books on her head.

He knelt down only inches away from her and cocked his head to the side. Jet-black hair curtained his face and stray strands fell into his eyes. His hair was long, going almost to his waist. He didn’t bother to brush it away; he only stared at Aralyn through the gaps.

No words were passed between them for a long moment. Aralyn tried to steady her breathing, tried to look away from him. Finally, he reached out and touched the side of her face with icy fingers that made her cringe. However, when he ran them over the bruise on her cheek from where Morgan had hit her, she found the cold to be soothing. Still, she didn’t want him touching her.

“Claire has told me all about you,” he said in a smooth voice that had the falsity of an angel. He ran his fingers down her face and onto her neck where the blood oozed out, taking a few drops of it onto his fingertips. Keeping his eyes lined with hers, he brought the drops to his mouth and licked his fingers clean in an almost provocative gesture.

“You’re delicious,” he said.

As if cold water had been thrown in her face, breaking whatever trance she was in, she was finally able to look away. She chose to look at the prisoners, her heartbeat increasing upon seeing the terror still in their eyes as they avoided looking directly at her. Some of them were almost in convulsions because of how hard they were breathing. Fear gripped them; clutched their hearts and emptied their souls. When she turned back to Aimeric, she saw he was grinning.

“Are you afraid of me?” There was delight in his velvet voice.

She glanced at the prisoners once more. They feared him. Look at what he had done to them; kept them in cages, tortured them and left them bleeding and bruised. She wasn’t able to form words to answer him; she couldn’t even nod or shake her head.

Aimeric placed two fingers under her chin and made her turn her eyes back to him. “You have no need to fear me. Not yet anyway…”

Somehow she managed to respond, her voice quivering. “Yet?”

His eyes widened with delight. “Ah, so you can speak. Oh, sweet Aralyn, if you don’t obey the rules, I may have to make you fear me.”

The pressure was starting to lift, some of her courage returned. “Rules?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yes. I make them and everyone here obeys them or they are punished.”

Though she was still afraid, she felt more like herself again; the pressure had entirely lifted. Indignation spread across her face and she frowned. “You can’t make me stay here. I’m not going to follow rules made by some bully blood-sucker just so I can stay in a house that would put the Adams Family to shame. I want out of here, now!”

He seemed disappointed with her response. Fire consumed the ice in his eyes and they narrowed down at her, bringing the chills back to her flesh. She regretted talking back to him. His hands flew out and she gasped in pain as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up with him. He slammed her back against the table and pressed his hard body against hers to lock her in place. He had her caged by keeping his arms on either side of the table’s surface.

“Wrong answer, sweetheart. I know you’re new here so I’ll let you off easy this time but you must be made aware of what it is you’re challenging so you don’t make such a brainless mistake next time.”

The fear returned but this time without the pressure. The back of her throat felt cold and her blood thin. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him and she flinched when his tongue slithered out of his mouth and to her neck where he licked the rest of the blood off her skin. When he finished, he grinned.

“And, Aralyn, my sweet, you’re not going anywhere. You may as well get used to the idea of this being your new home and me being your master.” He seized her once more, roughly by the shoulders, and pushed her against the wall a few feet down from the table. He secured her wrists in a set of chains.

“What are you doing?” She was trying her hardest to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes.

His smile was reptilian as he ran a finger down her neck and onto her breast where the dress didn’t cover. “I’m going to show you what will happen if you disobey,” he said in a seductive tone. He kissed her quickly, pressing his lips hard against hers. He licked her bottom lip as he pulled away. “Watch closely now.”

As he turned around he clasped his hands behind his back and paced near the cages. Aralyn followed him with her eyes, cautiously observing him. She had a feeling she knew what he was going to do.

“Which one will it be?” he said.

“What?” She was barely audible. She knew what he meant.

Aimeric sighed dramatically. “Which one will pay for your mistake?”

“You can’t be fucking serious.”

He disappeared and then reappeared directly in front of her, leaning only an inch away from her face, his cold breath blowing against her nose. She started, her head hitting the wall, giving her another bruise. There didn’t seem to be a part of her that wasn’t bruised.

“Oh but I am,” he hissed. “This is only one of the many ways I can punish you, my sweet.”

“Don’t call me that, psycho!” she said through clenched teeth.

The vampire chuckled, his voice hard and sarcastic. “Oh, how bold you are…But not for long. Once I am through with you, you will learn to respect me, hold your tongue in my presence, and think very hard before opening your mouth to defy me.” He waved a hand back at the cages. “Now choose a playmate.”

She shook her head. “No, no I won’t.”

He spun around, slamming his hands on either side of the wall, a hair from her head. “Did you just say ‘you won’t’?”

“I won’t have any part in this,” she said, trying her hardest to stand up to him with courage even though her insides were torn up and in knots.

“Is that so?” He scrutinized her for what seemed like ever, challenging her with his eyes. “You don’t seem to learn very quickly, but once you witness the consequences of disobedience, you may have enough sense not to go against me again.”

He pushed off the wall and again moved so quickly that Aralyn didn’t see him. He reappeared in front of one of the cages and flung open the door; the hinges squealed and echoed throughout the prison. He grabbed a young girl by the red flames of her hair and yanked her out into the room. She was only about sixteen or so and was struggling to get away from him.

Aimeric didn’t seem to notice her flailing though. Not at first anyway. Once the gate was locked, he pulled the girl to his chest, embracing her soothingly, lovingly. He pet down her hair and swayed her in his arms. Aralyn watched, terrified, as he calmed the girl. What did he have planned for her? She was horrified to see that what Aimeric was doing was actually calming the girl. She stopped flailing her arms, her breathing steadied and she embraced Aimeric, laying her head against his chest. Now that she was at ease, he gently pulled her away from him and looked into her eyes.

“You don’t want to die, do you?” The mocking sympathy was back in his voice.

She shook her red curls back and forth. “No, please don’t kill me.”

He ran his fingers through the red tangle of curls and then cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her, touching his lips to hers with such sickening tenderness it made Aralyn’s stomach churn. The girl seemed to melt into him and the two went on as if they were lovers. She was in a trance, she had to be; there was no way she could be enjoying kissing him.

It didn’t appear they would be stopping anytime soon so Aralyn turned her head in the other direction to glance at the remaining prisoners. They were still alarmed, terrified for the girl, that was evident in the looks on their faces.

“You won’t die, my beauty. Not tonight, I will make sure of that.”

Hearing his voice, Aralyn turned back to see Aimeric now leading the girl to the metal table. Her eyes were lifeless, as if her body didn’t possess a soul. She walked with him as though she were being led to something grand. However, when he picked her up and laid her down on the table, she seemed to come back to herself. She screamed and went back to kicking her feet and flailing her arms.

“No!” she said over and over again, her voice becoming strangled as she cried.
Aimeric held her down, strapping a thick leather belt around her waist to keep her confined to the table. She kicked her feet hard as she could. The room filled with the pounding of her legs against the metal.

“Stop it!” Aralyn screamed.

He ignored her, now working on strapping the girl’s legs.

“Let her go, please!” Aralyn began sobbing, too. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch whatever it was he was going to do to her.

“Aralyn, look at me,” Aimeric demanded.

She shook her head, keeping her eyes closed.

“Watch, or I will make it last longer than it has to,” Aimeric sneered.

Aralyn hesitated but opened her eyes and looked back at the girl and Aimeric. She was fully strapped now, barely able to move. Her arms were belted just above the elbow and her legs at the ankles. All she could do was raise her fists a couple of inches and move her head from side to side. Her chest heaved with the heavy breaths she took as she continued to sob.

Aimeric looked down at her. “Are you gritting your teeth, darling?”

Her sobs came harder.

Aralyn watched, her own breaths coming in quick gasps between her tears.

Seizing her right wrist, Aimeric violently slammed her hand down on the spike at the top right corner of the table. The girl let out a blood-curdling scream at the same time that Aralyn screamed, “No!”
The spike now protruded from her palm, blood ran down the sides of the iron pyramid and onto the girl’s arm. The girl was still screaming, tears streaming down her face. Aralyn cried for her, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Aimeric was grinning, enjoying the torment.
Once the girl’s screams died down to only whimpering and deep breaths, he reached down, stroking her cheek and moving hair from her face.

“You know I hate to do this to you, don’t you?” he said. He glared at Aralyn and added bitterly, “It’s all her fault, though.”

“Please stop!” Aralyn cried again. She had turned her head, unable to look at the girl and her bleeding wound, but she could still hear Aimeric talking, his sickening words and accusations. She soon felt his breath against her neck and had to turn to look at him.

“You want me to stop?” He gestured at the girl. “You are the one doing this to her!”

“No, you are! Let her go!”

“Telling me what to do, Aralyn? Have you not learned your lesson?” He rushed back to the table, picking up the girl’s other hand. “Watch! Watch what you are doing to her!”

Tears flooding her face, Aralyn was only able to shake her head. She didn’t think she could take seeing it again or hearing the girl’s tortured screams. She already felt as if she would throw up.
When Aimeric spoke again, his voice was dangerously calm. “Watch or you’ll be forced to do worse to her.”

“Please don’t! I’m sorry! I won’t defy you anymore, just let her go! Please!” Aralyn pulled on her restraints, the chains shaking and rattling, as if that might help to persuade him.

“It’s too late for apologies.” He flashed a cold grin and shoved the other hand down. The room was once more filled with the girl’s screams and then Aimeric’s laughter joined in.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

Aimeric was on her in a second, pulling her head back by the hair so she was forced to look at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Aralyn?” he sneered. “It is you who are responsible for this girl’s suffering, and if you do not obey the rules, you will be responsible for many more.” He let her hair go. She kept her eyes level with his and glared but didn’t say anything else in case she said something to provoke him more. “Now, are you ready to agree to the rules or shall I start punishing you?”

Aralyn looked at the girl. She was lying mostly still except for the occasional shudder of her arms and the slow rising and falling of her chest. She looked like she might pass out.

“Yes,” Aralyn whispered.

“Good girl.” Aimeric smiled and touched his lips to hers and for as long as they were pressed together she felt a strange calm wash over her. It brought serenity, peace. She closed her eyes, allowing his mouth to move against hers.

The feeling was gone as soon as Aimeric pulled away and when he did, she felt sick with herself for allowing that moment of tranquility to overcome her while the girl suffered because of her.
Aimeric went back to the girl and removed the straps from her body before cruelly lifting her hands off the spikes. She moaned each time, apparently too weak to scream. He then picked her up and nonchalantly tossed her back in the cage, slamming the iron barred door. A few of the prisoners risked his temper by running to the girl, tearing off pieces of their clothing to wrap her injured hands in.

Returning to Aralyn, Aimeric raised her chin so she would look into his eyes.

“The rules are: Do whatever I say whenever I say it. You will not talk back to me and you will not try and escape. If you do, you will punished just like that girl, maybe more painful, maybe less painful, it depends on my mood and how severe your crime is, but I promise: it will be painful. Are these rules clear to you?”

She nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him further.

“I can’t hear you,” he said in a dry tone.

“Yes.”

“Try again.”

“Yes, Aimeric.”

“Almost. Yes ‘what’ Aimeric?”

“Yes, Master Aimeric?”

He grinned. “Excellent.”

~ End Sample Chapter ~