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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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For a long time there was only the sound of my sobs. Eric sat on the bed with nearly a tender look. “Were not all bad,” he said softly close to me. “In time you will learn to like this,” his hand brushed back a tendril of my now tangled hair.
I flinched back from his touch. “No I won’t,” I bit out. There were no words to describe the soul deep filth that I felt. I was utterly violated.
Alcide was watching the scene unfold and he crossed his powerful arms over his chest. “It could be worse, we could be old and ugly,” I glanced up at him and my lip curled in disgust.
Actually the fact that they were gorgeous only made it worse. If I had met them somewhere else, or seen them on the street I would have been attracted to them. And that fact made me sick. I recoiled as Eric touched my hunched shoulders.
“Don’t tell me you don’t find us beautiful,” he said in what I knew he thought of as a seductive way.
“Don’t touch me,” I snarled hurling my body back.
The music had finally stopped and I was grateful. Sexy song after sexy song playing while I was defiled, finally it had ended.
Eric held up his hands. “Fine, I won’t,” he paused and a smirk came to his lips. “At least until we catch our second wind.”
There was nothing remotely gay about either one of them, I’ve seen “Queer Eye For The Straight Guy” and these two didn’t fling their hands with limp wrists and their voices weren’t high pitched. And yet not two hours past I had seen the blonde take the black haired ones cock into his mouth.
“Would you like to eat and rest?” Alcide asked sitting on the bed. His hand reached over and idly caressed his lover’s back in little circles.
I nodded. My voice was pretty much gone from all my screaming. He undid the cuffs and my shoulder blades burned with pain as my arms lowered to my battered ribs. He’d hit me so many times there that I wondered if my ribs were broken. It hurt to breathe. They dressed me in one of Eric’s work shirts and the long black button down fell well past my knees.
I was taken gently from the room and led down the stairs between the two of them. Alcide pushed me into a worn wooden chair in a butter yellow kitchen. The table was obviously an antique. It was dark wood that had clearly been polished recently. By Alcide I assumed. He took out a loaf of bread and began buttering the bread on both sides. “Grilled cheese for you too,” he said to Eric.
Eric came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his torso and snuggled him. “Sure,” he said kissing his neck.
I closed my eyes as my mouth watered at the familiar smell. They served me first. It was absurd. Like I was an honored guest, instead of a prisoner. Despite my despair I devoured it. After all if I was going to escape this hell, I had to survive.
They joined me at the table and I noticed that they both ate methodically. Eric took small careful bites and wiped his full mouth after each. Alcide cut his in four triangles which made my heart ache since that’s how my momma always cut them for me.
Birds were trilling outside. I could hear them through the open windows. It made me angry that they were finding something to sing about when I was most likely going to be raped again shortly. A soft breeze ruffled my hair towards my cheeks. Eric looked up at me as he wiped his mouth one final time. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear.
I cringed away from him. I hated that my face, my body was to blame for my abduction. Alcide stood and gathered our plates up and began loading them in the dishwasher after carefully washing them first. He turned towards the table with a dampened paper towel and wiped down the table.
Then I watched him vigorously sweep the floor. He was definitely a freak about cleaning. “Come on I’ll show you to your room,” Eric said taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.
My room. Again like this was a vacation and I was a guest. It made me nauseous. The grilled cheese sat in my stomach like a greasy stone. The room they led me to was painted black with a red ceiling. “This was Cullen’s room,” he said going over to the windows and opening them.
He glanced around with a sad nostalgic expression. “We will repaint it to suit you,” he clapped his hands and shook his head as if brushing away some unpleasant memory.
“Don’t bother,” I said under my breath.
He smiled at me and I could see it was forced. “Life with us will be bearable if you obey, I’ll come home tomorrow with some paint swatches.”
The thought of my cage, this room being personalized for me was disgusting. He came towards me where I stood near the windows.
The two windows had very narrow bars on the inside. Black velvet curtains swung in the breeze. I felt him kiss the back of neck after pushing the thick fall of my hair from it. He fondled my small breasts for a second and then I heard him say “Get some sleep,” I didn’t acknowledge him and heard his footsteps and the turning of a lock in the door.
I thought it would be impossible to sleep after my hideous ordeal but soon I was fast asleep. My dreams were so hauntingly real. I was reliving the feeling of being filled entirely by them. Except that in the end they smothered me to death. And the worst part was that as I felt my heartbeat stop I was happy.
Just as I was dying in my dream I felt a shadow cross my face. The room was dark except for a nightlight glowing in the corner. “Sookie, get up,” it was Alcide. His deep southern voice would have appealed to me in any other situation.
He sat next to me and I felt a damp washcloth cross my forehead. “You’re all sweaty pudding,” I reared back from it and him.
“Bad dreams?”
I curled on my side away from him. “Please let me sleep,” I hated how raspy and worn my voice sounded, it was a reminder that I had spent over two hours screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Fine, I’ll come back in a few hours,” I let out a long sob when the door shut. I didn’t immediately fall back asleep. Lying in this soft expensive bed was torture. Because this was where I would be till they tired of me and killed me, just like Cullen their last slave.
I stood up and roamed around the room, sniffing the air and touching things. I found inside the drawers ,clothing. Skinny jeans and fitted t-shirts, masculine stuff. A small crucifix was hung above the bed and I saw rosary beads beside the bed on the black nightstand.
He’d been Catholic. So was I and it saddened me that our religion hadn’t saved him and it certainly wasn’t going to save me. I pictured myself at Mass with my parents and brother and wanted to be there more than anything. Even though I usually couldn’t stand going. I thought about praying then and did for a minute. People always turn to some higher power when they are in dire straits, well not always but usually.
I tried to imagine faceless Cullen lying in this bed after being raped by his captors. That look on Eric’s face had been strange as if he missed him. I wondered which one of them had killed him.
I finally fell into dreams. In my first dream I was in a confessional booth and I looked through the grate and saw my old family priest. “Forgive me father for I haven’t sinned, I’ve been sinned against,” I lay my brow against the grate that separated us. Then I told the priest about the rape and when I was done he said this: “You know you liked it, you know you find them hot,” the words coming from his familiar mouth were horrifying.
“Pretty soon you’ll be begging for their cocks,” he added and I ran from the booth towards the door but the church had turned into my living room back home. My brother was playing with his Lincoln Logs, he was making a cabin.
I saw Eric appear beside him and kneel down with a knife in his hand. I watched him come closer and closer to my brother’s small neck. “If you don’t start accepting your life with us,” he held up his hand and mimed cutting.
I awoke screaming hoarsely.
I felt a hot wet kiss on my neck and knew that my rest was over. Two sets of hands trailed down the buttons of the shirt I wore until my breasts were exposed. I couldn’t see them clearly they were just shadows in a valley of darkness.

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