6 Buffy

Bridget

Alec leads me through all those halls again, right back to Lucien’s office. I wonder why we’re here. I didn’t exactly do anything wrong.

Alec taps on the office door.

“What is it now?” Lucien demands.

“Can I come speak to you for a few moments regarding our newest edition?”

“Whatever,” Lucien mumbles, and Alec positions me outside the door.

“Do not to anything stupid, Bri,” he says, and I wonder how he knew that I liked being called that.

I nod, because there’s some sort of a connection between Alec and I that I can’t put my finger on. No, not a love connection, a mutual connection, like I know him from sometime and somewhere in my life.

Alec disappears in the office.

I wonder if eavesdropping is considered stupid?

“What seems to be the issue, Alec?” Lucien asks.

“Don,” he sighs, then I hear him fall silent. “She’s already getting into fights with the mistresses.”

“I’m not surprised,” Lucien says, then chuckles.

“With Layla and Rowan,” Alec says, and the chuckling falls silent.

“What about?”

So he likes those two damn bitches. I wonder if they’re besties or something. Maybe they have an orgy together.

Nasty creatures.

“Well, I guess she was defending Shelia against Rowan, but with Layla, she was just flat out insulting her because Layla requested that she have a looser fitting uniform.”

“What’s wrong with the one she has on?”

IS HE DEFENDING ME?

“It’s a little tight around her breasts and butt, and it shows off more of her legs than the other girls’,” Alec explains, and Lucien chuckles again.

“How is that an issue?” he says. “I find it delicious.”

“Not to the mistress you’re bedding,” Alec answers mildly. Why the hell is Alec defending Layla? Are they secretly having sex?

Just when I thought I had respect for Alec...

Lucien sighs. “If you want honesty, Alec, I have no interest in any of the human slaves. If Layla is concerned about losing me, she should come to me herself and I will show her that she has not lost me to a petty human. Do I make myself clear?”

I sit comfortably on a chair next to the door as Layla and Rowan sashay past me right into Lucien’s office without asking.

“Don!” Rowan shrieks. “That bitch outside your office door ruined my clothes!”

There is no response from Lucien...until...

“What did you do to her?”

Wow...

“Nothing!” she states. “I was hassling out my conflict with Shelia in front of her and she stepped in.”

“Defending her own kind is likely an instinct,” he tells Rowan. “That’s not going to change. This is Bridget’s first day here. You cannot expect her to respect you when you’re abusing her kind in front of her face.”

“And so you think it’s okay that she was making me out to be a dumbass because I never made it to school?” Layla asks in disbelief.

“Call her in,” Lucien says, and Alec’s voice calls me into the office. I enter and timidly stand away from all the vampires whose eyes practically see right through my soul.

“Bridget,” Lucien begins, his silver eyes gliding up and down my body. They darken a little, but then he snaps out of it. “Did you push Rowan through a cleaning closet and insult Layla?”

“Yes,” I say flat out.

“She threatened to kill me too,” Rowan points out.

Lucien’s eyes become interested.

“Really?” he says, but not to anyone in particular. “Bridget, is that true?”

“Do you think it isn’t?”

Lucien gets up from his desk and goes over to a whiskey cabinet. He grabs a glass and pours himself some.

He then goes and stands and looks out his window, his back to all of us.

“All but Bridget leave, please,” he says, and everyone quickly leaves the room.

When the door clicks shut, my heart beat speeds up, detecting danger.

Lucien sips his whiskey, reminding me of earlier today.

“Must you be so frustrating?” he finally asks.

“Did you get over your anger kick?” I ask him, and he turns around and lifts a perfect eyebrow. “From earlier.”

“Now, Bridget,” he says, then sets the glass down. “I wasn’t ever angry with you.”

“Bullshit,” I say, and his eyebrows flash up in surprise for a second.

“How do you think I was angry?”

“You choked me out, almost.”

“I’m not angry with you.”

“You were.”

“You don’t know anything.”

I just shrug my shoulders.

“Bridget the Vampire Slayer?” he questions, his eyes unreadable as he says it.

“I thought it was catchy, sort of like Buffy.”

"Buffy?” he questions, clearly confused.

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” I say. “Was a television show for the longest time. I can tell you don’t watch television.”

“No, I don’t,” he says instantly. “But I don’t think you understand the gravity of the words you speak. You see, killing vampires isn’t funny.”

I go to speak but he holds up his hand.

“We all could have cared less about Preston’s life, he’s an asshole that nobody likes, but killing my cousin Lucas?”

“I didn’t--”

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say, Bridget, you did it,” he says, his face filling with an unreadable emotion. Probably fury. “Insulting my mistresses, throwing them through cabinets and being rude to everyone is not going to fly around here.”

He closes the distance between us and I suck in my breath, waiting for him to do something to me.

“You are a slave,” he says, leaning closer to my face. “You--”

His voice stops short and he leans towards me a little more. He suddenly grabs my hair and yanks my head to the side, burying his face into my neck.

“Mmm...” comes out of him, and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his body. I feel something sharp graze over my neck and a bolt of desire runs down my spine as his fingertips tug on my hair a little more. “Your smell...”

I whimper as the sharp graze goes over my neck again. My body is excited though. I don’t know why, but heat flows throughout my body and my blood begins to rush faster, causing Lucien to pull me against him again.

His lips kiss my throbbing pulse.

A small moan comes from me, and my brain is screaming at me.

What the fuck are you doing Bri?

My whole face bursts into flames when I feel something hard pressing against my abdomen.

“Fuck,” Lucien hisses. He pulls back and stares at me with red eyes and fangs extended. I feel like if I wasn’t hazy with this weird lust I’d be afraid of him.

He reaches out and runs his fingers through my hair, letting it fall behind me in a gentle curtain. He touches my face, his slightly cool touch making my close my eyes as tingles spread over my face.

“You’re such a tease,” Lucien mumbles, his eyes still red.

I gaze up at him, and he stares down at me.

Our eyes connect, silver and green gaze at each other as Lucien suddenly starts getting closer to me again.

He dips his face into my neck again.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he mumbles against my skin. “But I’m quite thirsty for you right now...”

My head instinctively tilts to the side, allowing him access to my vein. Lucien takes advantage of it and sticks his teeth right into my neck.

A euphoric feeling takes over my body as tingles, sparks, and warmth spreads throughout my body before heading straight to my core. I feel wetness and a loud moan comes from me as Lucien begins sucking on my neck. I groan and run my fingers through his hair, tugging on it, encouraging him to drink from me.

Lucien’s free hand begins moving up my bare thigh, getting closer to my panties.

It’s then that my rational mind suddenly appears and I realize what’s happening.

“No,” I suddenly says, trying to push him off. “No! Get off me!”

Lucien suddenly pulls back and when I see my blood all over his lips, my food from this morning rushes up my esophagus and comes out my mouth.

Lucien rushes over to me and quickly licks my neck. I push him away, and he hisses at me.

I grow angry.

“What the fuck are you hissing at me for?” I yell. “You fucking bit me and was drinking my blood!”

“You let me!” he yells back. “You tilted your head and was fucking moaning!”

My chest heaves. “I wasn’t...there...”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know that?” he demands of me, grabbing my face. The tingles come again, and I feel the familiar cloud.

NO.

“Don’t touch me,” I say, batting his hands off my face.

“Get out!” he yells, pointing at the door. “GET OUT!”

I hurry out of the room, running towards the nearest bathroom so I can either cry or break something.