Behold, my Beloved

David watched Paul break in their new toy. The girl was screaming loudly but they quickly trickled down to pained filled whimpers. Paul had latched on to one of her large breasts an was sucking greedily away. When ever one of his brothers fed, David saw it as poetry in motion. Living art. The sight never failed to stir his blood. Looking to his right he saw Marko shrugging off his jacket.

Marko, feeling the weight of unspoken thoughts, looked to David for permission. David smirked an replied;" Only if I get to join." Marko laughed while unbuckling his pants. " Wouldn't any other way"

Meanwhile, Paul gave a long last pull of the chicas blood and reluctantly pulled away. Out of all the boys he had the most trouble in stopping from a straight kill. The girl had a death grip on his head and seemed locked. He yanked his head back with a grimace. " Shit girlie!" " I'd like my hair where its at, on my head!" laughing, he flew down to the floor landing next to Marko. The older vamp had started to strip down, and was eager to take over where Paul had left off.

"Ya done ya greedy fucker?" Marko asked his brother while taking the girl in his arms. She didn't resist an in fact seemed to be frozen in place.

Kallee was still mumbling her mantra in her head. She felt Paul release her, heard voices, but couldn't seem to focus on what was being said. She couldn't seem to muster up anymore energy to fight. The past couple of weeks had taken it's toll. Her sight had dimmed until it seemed she was seeing everything through a haze. Feeling new arms on her, Kallee tried focusing. Just as started recognizing the smaller vamp of the group she was thrown away from him. She felt her body fly through the air, till her back collided on something that was hard but with give. Kallee found her self staring up at what seemed like torn, filmy curtains. Turning her head to the side she saw that she was lying on an old, dirty sheet less mattress. Starting to realize that maybe being on her back might be a bad thing, Kallee tried rolling over. Until her left leg was grabbed in a steel grip and she was bodily yanked downward.

Dwayne, who had watched Paul with the chica had not noticed what Marko an David had planned until he saw Marko grab the girl then throw her across the cave to a mattress that was laid in the corner. Swallowing heavy, he decided to head up to the cliff. Dwayne wasn't stupid. He knew what was going to happen. Though he never participated in such actions, in fact hated his brothers in committing what he believed to be cruel, he never stopped them. Dwayne was a vampire. He loved the hunt, the stalking, the rush of snapping necks and ripping limbs, the full euphoria in drinking blood drenched in fear. Male or female. Didn't care. But the act of rape was something he just did not believe in. Hunt them, torture them. Kill them, but no raping. Male or Female. Dwayne could never fully come to bring himself to behave in such a way. Couple of times he tried participating but could never fully bring himself into the act. His brothers had no such qualms, didn't understand his, but never forced it on him. Sure, they teased him, joking an ribbing aside. They respected his choices an so rarely indulged in such play. So when they did, Dwayne just made himself scarce. He would rejoin after, but during he took himself out of the picture. Sometimes he wondered if during his crossing over if something didn't go fluey since he was unable to take pleasure where it was not willingly given.

As Dwayne scrambled to top side, he heard the girl start screaming again. Her screams left a bitter taste in the back of his throat. Dwayne felt something. Something that almost felt like regret.