Wild Sorcery - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

The Lady Vampire

The slut hunters bore us for many days, always keeping me bound and helpless, until we reached the City of Gorave. The midsized city was sparsely populated, standing near the coast. It was built on the side of a mountain and was mainly constructed of stone.  It was reputed to be defended by a formidable army, and its most noteworthy feature was the huge marble Temple of Death that overlooked the city. For Gorave was a city ruled by Vampires.

When I understood that Gorave was where I was to be sold, I redoubled my efforts to escape, but the bonds of the slut hunters and the effects of the curse that I had gotten from the slut, prevented my escape.

They already had a buyer in mind for me. Rather than the slave stockade to which other slaves were brought to the city were locked up, they led me through the streets to a rich mansion, high up in the city.

The strange female vampire had wide silver eyes lacking pupils, that stared curiously at me. Her violet hair was more a set of spines rising like  mane than anything else. She was very tall and graceful with light-colored skin that her blood flowing beneath seemed to glow through. She had wings that were more like shadows.

“I am Hiarana Irongrave,” she said with a smile that revealed long bone-white fangs. “But you can call me Lady.”

She ran her hands down mu body,  lingering on my round breasts and trailing down to my naked pussy which she delighted in toying with; I squirmed under her fingers, distaste curling my face.

Red-eyed, she whirled to face Gryl. “You said she is a slut!” she snapped.

“Well, she is!” he protested.

“No!” she roared. “She obviously is not!” But then she smiled. “But she will do.” Hiarana waved to her slave who reached into the sack and pulled out a handful of glittering gold which he passed to Gryl.

The Lady Vampire turned away from this to face me again. Behind her, the slut hunters crowed over their gold, then screamed as they were killed. 

“Oh, yes,” she said with another toothy grin. “We are going to have such fun together!”

Beyond her, I saw a sallow-haired half-demon tear the face off of Gryl, then reach down and pick up my axe with an admiring grin. I glanced back to the face of the vampire Lady. I knew which was more scary.

A long time later, lying on a bare wooden pallet in the tiny cell the Lady Vampire had me locked in, I awoke to a sound I did not hear.

What is that, you say? A paradox? I did not hear the sound, not with my ears, but the sound was there.

Something shown in the darkness of my cell, and a form appeared from the darkness. To say it glowed would imply it made light, but it didn’t. It was darkness, blackness that seemed to glow darkly, spreading an even deeper darkness over me.

But still, gradually, a form became visible. He was a vampire, very tall and plump with cream-colored skin. He had yellow eyes, lacking both white and pupil, a low forehead and prominent ears. His thick, wavy, crimson hair was worn in a style that reminded me of a burning fire.

“I will help you to escape, if you will do something for me,” the apparition said.

I gaped at it, then clamped my jaw, set with anger. “I need no help to escape!” I snapped.

If the curse of the slut had not completely vanished by the time I was brought to this city, my time under the care of the Vampire Lady had finished it. Truth be told, I had been not long from springing myself from this castle of horrors when the apparition appeared.

It seemed taken aback.”Then see me,” it said. “Come to me on the landing above the Carmouris market square tomorrow. We will have something of great import to discuss.”

And it vanished.

I slowly raised to my feet and walked to the narrow barred door. I knelt beside it and felt with one hand at the lock while reaching with the other for a piece of iron wire I had found and hidden. In a lifetime of adventuring, I had picked up many skills, and it took me but a moment to pick the lock. I swung it open, wincing at the screech of unoiled metal the hinges gave, then padded away through the darkness.

In the darkened dungeons, something stirred. The sallow-haired half-demon blocked my way, with my axe held casually in her hand.

“Well,” she said with a bloodthirsty grin, “what are you doing out?”

I leapt for her, hands outstretched to grab her and force her down. But the half-demon dodged back, swinging at me with my own axe. I caught the haft of the axe and tore it from her grip, then reversed it and with one clean sweep, cut her head from her shoulders. The half-demon’s corpse fell to the cold stone, the head landed a yard away.

Hefting my reclaimed axe, I stepped over the cooling carcass to find my way out.

Continued in Chapter 22