Chapter 2 ∣  One Mistake

-Eris

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You belong to me and that will never change," my master stood behind me, the stinging of the tenth whip lash landing across my shoulder blades. I bite my tongue, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my screams.

I had attempted to run away, but in this plain, where could I run to that he wouldn't find me? After all, he was Prince Kalyn one of two sons to the incubus king, King Bram. You see, in the Dominion Plain, better known to the mortal world as Hell, demons were born and resided here their entire existence. Except for the vampires, they had left many years ago to Earth.

When a demonic creature dies on Earth, it returns from once it came, living within another circle of Hell.

As with any society, there were hierarchies and well...I wasn't necessarily at the top of the ranks. I couldn't even consider myself a common demon.

No, I was forced into slavery...when I was nine.

King Bram wasn't the nicest ruler...he was quite ruthless. Many challenged him, but none could beat him, and his reign continued. My parents had tried to assassinate him. That didn't work out too well for them...he killed them.

I was taken as a play toy for Prince Kalyn.

From that moment on, I was never allowed to take my own energy from humans on Earth. No, Prince Kalyn was "generous" enough to give me his own energy when I needed it.

"Fucking cunt!" He viciously took a handful of my long dark hair into his large hand, ripping me from facing his bedroom wall, to stare up into his angry electric blue eyes. His black hair reached just below his chin. "I could just steal your soul and send you to a purgatory nightmare, left to repeat your darkest memories for eternity...endless torture."

When I didn't speak, he slapped me hard across the face. My vision crossed momentarily before Prince Kayln brought my face back to look at him. The blood trickled down from my open wounds, falling down the small of my back until it reached my bare ass. He made me feel worthless, that the only reason I was living was for his pleasure alone. Apparently, though, I wasn't boring him, so he kept me alive.

His eyes held an evil glint in the very depths of those icy pools, growling lowly, "If you're not going to use that mouth of yours to speak to me, then I don't see why we can't put it to better use."

Prince Kayln shoved me hard onto my knees, collapsing with a small gasp as he continued to tighten his grip on the back of my hair, holding me in place so I couldn't run away again. Tears started to fall from the corners of my eyes, staining my cheeks where they left their trail.

"P-P-Please, m-master," I was begging him, but I should have known better by now, there was no escaping him once he had made up his mind. He wasn't wearing a shirt, his muscular chest and abs flexing as he stopped me from turning away from him. I was trying to escape from the already growing bulge that was blatantly clear in his pants.

"Oh, so now you decide to grace me with your voice," he narrowed his eyes, every word he spoke was dripping with sarcasm.

With his free hand, he unbuckled the belt holding his pants up, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down. Roughly pulling his pants down, his boxers were barely restraining his erection. I hated being treated this way, it made me feel insignificant, like my whole purpose for my existence, was to be chained to him.

My scream was muffled as I gagged, his hard member finally released from its confinement and burying itself deep into the back of my throat. I threw my hands out, catching myself against his thighs as I attempted to pull away and off him.

That was a futile venture.

His disgusting scent filled my nose, as he pushed me down further onto him, my eyes now watering from my lashes and this assault.

Yes, he could make everything extremely desirable and pleasurable...which he saved for his victims when he stole their energy or soul. But not with me, he was a vile monster.

"Do your job," Prince Kayln commanded. I just pulled back with all my strength, trying to phase out of this place, but I couldn't.

As he sensed my movements he growled, "You had your chance to be a good little toy, but I guess if you're not going to willing do this, I'll just have to force you."

With his hand grasping the back of my hair and another on my shoulder, he began to thrust in and out of my mouth as fast and as hard as he could manage. He made sure the pain overrode any pleasure that might have arouse within me, making me just want to throw up.

I guess you are wondering why I didn't bite him.

Well...I had a worthless life, but I did value living over purgatory.

My eyes slid shut, the pounding in my head was becoming too much, the pain overwhelming me. I could tell he was getting close, the few groans that emitted from the back of his throat alerted me of this.

"Don't even think about it, little bitch. You better swallow every drop," Prince Kalyn grunted before I felt his shaft expand, the warm seed hitting the back of my throat. I wanted to vomit...but if I did, it would be a very long time with the promise of many more scars.

He pulled himself from my mouth, releasing both of his hands from my head and shoulder. I fell back, hitting my bleeding back against the wall.

"Be on my bed in the next two hours," Prince Kayln's voice made me jump, cradling myself in my arms and trying to shrink away from all the pain.

"Slave?!" He yelled.

"Y-yes, m-m-master," I stuttered out between sobs, turning my face away from him.

I woke in a cold sweat, my alarm clock saving me from my nightmare.

If only it was just a nightmare and not actual events that had happened before I was sentenced to life here on Earth.

I placed a hand on my forehead and glanced at the clock. It read: 4:30 AM.

Shit! Mother fucker...I'm dead.

I couldn't believe how long I had slept. If I didn't get my ass into gear, Brice was going to snap at me all night for being late, considering I took off early the night before. Eh...okay, he wouldn't be that mad, but I didn't want to jeopardize my job.

I should just call in...the club will be closed soon anyways.

I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, the covers falling off my body as I stood up, stretching and yawning in the process. I hadn't figured out how to block my memories from sparking to life when I lay asleep...unless someone was tapping into my subconscious and purposely torturing me with them.

The chance of that was very slim, considering no one wanted to have anything to do with me anymore.

I stepped over to the Chester drawers and pulling out a new pair of faded denim jeans, red lacy underwear and matching bra, and a V-neck long-sleeved silver shirt. After I had finished arranging my clothes, I walked over and grabbed my socks, zipping my low-heeled black boots into place.

Gazing out my bedroom window, the moon was a splinter of a crescent, the dark sky enveloping the night save for the twinkling stars.

My two-bedroom apartment was small, but it felt more intimate that way. I wasn't one for large spaces, afraid of what lurked in the shadows.

"Damn it, really?!" My eyes lingered on the clock now showing: 4:45 AM. "Why even bother to go to work?!"

I can't believe we were open from 10PM-6AM. I was completely drained, I couldn't believe this!

I bolted out of my apartment, grabbing my leather jacket and throwing it on as I locked the door behind me. It didn't take me all that long to reach the bottom flight of stairs, treading out onto the streets.

Maybe...

Closing my eyes, I felt the warm tingle between my shoulder blades. My demonic side trying to lend me a hand in order to get to work before Brice would have my ass.

No, I can't do that though. I won't reveal my true self to anyone.

Releasing the hold of my stored energy, I continued to run at full speed towards the club, the Dv8 sign flashing in amber and yellow neon lights as I turned the corner. At least I didn't live that far.

"Eris!" Brice's usual happy tone greeted me as soon as I stepped foot into the strip club.

"Yes, Brice?" I asked, sighing in the process as he followed at my heels towards the stairs to the basement changing area.

"You're late again! You can't keep doing this!" His voice was almost unsure like if he lectured me long enough, I might leave on my own. But he wouldn't like that, because then all the extra cash would stop coming in from my "private" sessions. Yea...he wasn't stupid.

My eyes widened, feeling a strong energy presence...it wasn't human.

Incubus? No, it was authoritative, a commanding feeling passing over my skin as I finally managed to duck down the stairs, but Brice hadn't stopped. I was so sidetracked in trying to push away the new aura, that I had totally been ignoring his chatter.

"Look, Brice," I whirled around, causing him to stop suddenly in his tracks, "I promise it won't happen again, okay? I've had a lot on my mind lately."

"You better get requested for another private session, or you're fired," Brice threw down his ultimatum.

Well...isn't he just generous tonight.

"Fine," I hissed through gritted teeth, not wanting to stoop low enough to seduce him into backing off. I was too immersed in the supernatural entity that was somewhere in the upper level. I didn't get it...I couldn't quite place my finger on the energy, and it was bothering me not knowing exactly what I was dealing with.

Could it sense me?

That thought disturbed me greatly.

"Two minutes," Brice called over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs.

Ass...I kicked the wall in my sudden fit of rage and immediately regretted it. My boot was thick, but I still felt the dull throb ricocheting through my foot. I grumbled to myself, changing out of my street clothes and into my normal stripping outfit, the top carefully adjusted to hide my scars from view.

Snapping my heels into place, I huffed, blowing the stray strands of hair out of my face. I cautiously emerged onto the main floor, the lights already blinding most of the crowd and adding sensuality to the atmosphere of the strip club.

I felt it again, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as a shiver ran through my body.

I need to leave.

I knew I couldn't, not with Brice's threat. Whether it was an empty threat or not, I wasn't going to take the chance of losing the one thing I relied on. I swallowed the growing fear and hesitantly made my way through the crowd of tables, chairs, booths, and wandering hands until I came to the side of the main stage. I wasn't prepared for the spotlight to suddenly hit me and I squinted, unsure of myself now.

"The seductive vixen, Eris!" My usual introduction boomed over the loud music, announcing the start of my dance. All eyes were drawn to me, and I hadn't even started to walk to the pole.

"Eris!" The annoying voice echoed once again, snapping me back to this moment taking to the stage instantly. I sighed, pulling my nerves and act together as I began my dance. I couldn't feel the pull of any other energies...this one powerful one overshadowing them all. Spinning around the silver pole, I couldn't focus, knowing that I did need my energy tonight as I felt completely drained from my sleep last night.

I still couldn't figure out why.

Each time I tried to home in on a target, putting it frankly, my signal was jammed by this unknown energy. My eyes sweeping the crowd, trying with all my energy to pinpoint exactly who this was causing me such trouble.

Nothing.

Fuck me!

The music ended. I wouldn't have another chance for at least a half hour to siphon the energy from someone. At this point, I very well could devour their soul if I couldn't keep my control in check. Pissed off with myself, I put my booty shorts back on and stepped down off the stage and walked towards the bar portion of the strip club.

"Eris."

Not you again...I knew Brice was already going to start hounding me because he wouldn't receive a request for me.

Boy, was I dead wrong.

"Eris," Brice's eyes were bright as they met mine, "There is a private show that has been requested for you."

What?

I had no idea what he was talking about. There was no way anyone could have been tempted enough to push them over the edge to seek me out. That unknown energy had made sure of that, thwarting my attempts to pull the mortals within my grasp.

"R-really?" I tried to suppress the shock in my voice, but I knew I wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.

"Yes," Brice pulled out a wad of cash, flicking through it to show me he was not lying.

I just nodded, dumbfounded as I stood up from the bar seat and walked uneasily, the growing fear of the unknown straining the pit in my stomach. I shakily stood in front of the door, reaching my hand out and taking hold of the door handle. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I didn't know why I was so afraid.

That was until I opened the door and shut it quietly behind me. The energy pulsated from the man that stood in front of me, his back on full display. His clothing was concealed by the back of his ebony trench coat, just the bottom of his combat boots was visible.

I shook violently, the energy consuming me...and it was then that I realized that I could not siphon it...that meant one thing.

Vampire.

Shit!

I found my limbs were unable to move, frozen in place. It wasn't his doing though, it was my own fear that had me stopped in my tracks.

"Are you just going to stand there," he voice was deep and mysterious, "or am I going to get what I paid for?"

My own rule, I would have to break tonight. I knew I couldn't take his energy, but if I didn't do what he wanted, Brice would become suspicious.

"Y-yes," I replied, my voice faltering and sounding as though it didn't belong to me.

He turned around, my heart nearly stopping in my chest at how handsome he was. His hazel blue eyes shone with amusement, his winter white hair pushed back and hanging down the left side of his face. He slipped his coat off, hanging it on the hanger on the left side wall. He wore dark jeans and a black shirt, making his way over to the bed.

I finally breathed out, my crystal heels clicking softly as I stood before this powerful creature. He sat down on the side of the bed, his eyes lingering on mine. As with any vampire, I couldn't get into his head, I didn't even know his name, but mine sounded enchanting coming from his lips as he said, "Eris."

I nodded and shyly smiled before reaching out to touch his arm. He allowed me, noting that I was having a slight effect on him without being able to seduce him. The air left my lungs as he swiftly reached out, holding me gently as I was placed on the red and black silk sheets. His strong frame loomed over me, his eyes hungrily searching me, debating if he wanted to feed on me or if he wanted to kill me altogether.

But I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his hands roam the sides of my body, a soft moan escaping my lips as he reached my outer thighs. His hands glided to my inner thighs, causing a warm shock to travel through my body. I was at a loss for words, breathing in sharply when his face was looking down at mine once again.

"There's...something about you, Eris," his voice was melodic, slowly entrancing me. I glanced away from his eyes, trying to compose myself, steadying my heart. I knew he could hear it just as loud as I could.

I felt the rush of energy, my eyes locking back with his, only now, his eyes were shifting similar to the color of a black rose, his canines elongating. My scream was nothing more than a whisper as it caught in my throat, my eyes shifting as well to an electric blue as I realized exactly what I was dealing with.

"Pureblood," I whisper out.

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