Lollyena stood looking over the railing of the winding staircase, characteristic sucker in her mouth. She looked with slitted eyes down at the people walking in the foyer the stairs ended in. Posers, the lot of them, she thought to herself. All here to please Him, to suck up to His Majesty, King of the Vampires. Ooo!
She snarled around the sucker, and walked slowly down the stairs.
Big deal, she thought to herself. Big fucking deal. So what, King of the Vampires, Ruler of the Undead. It was nothing to her.
Halfway down the stairs, she stopped to listen to the conversations, leaning over the curved railing, and looking every bit as bored as she was.
"Marse, I do think you need to learn how to dress more fitting to these occasions. That tie does so not match that shirt."
It was enough to make Lolly ill.
"The account in the one bank is unrecognizable and will never be connected to the other, so it won't matter even if she does get caught. There will be no trace of who was behind it from the start."
Still Lolly thought to herself, posers, wannabe's. They were all false, playing at being powerful. What they had, she laughed at.
Lolly quietly made her way down the rest of the stairs, milling around in the small groups that gathered here and there. Most said some sort of greeting to her, and these she ignored. It was the ones that either openly glared at her or refused to acknowledge her entirely that caught her own eye.
Who was she? She was Lollyena, His toy, His project, His play thing. She wasn't even his only lover, so she didn't have that title or any of the standing that would give her. She was a tolerated distraction of His.
Ramnes Endange III stood at one end of the long ornately decorated ballroom. All was lit with candles, so many that the room seemed bright. But still his face held shadows. Lolly studied his visage again, from afar, as she always did when she first saw him at the beginning of a night like tonight.
As if studying him so, she could learn his secrets, his powers.
But always it was hidden from her.
His skin was not white, but tanned, olive colored almost, reminding the observer of Greek heritage. His nose was straight, long, perfect. His cheekbones were high, sophisticated, and his face unmarked. He had a small dimple in his chin, dented enough to just be endearing. His mouth, perfect, thin lips that curved at the end in a constant smirk. His jaw was not square, but slightly angled, drawing his face down. His hair was fashionably short, slick black and styled close to his forehead and ears, perfectly coifed. His suit was black, with a crisp white shirt contrasting the sheer luxurious quality of the jacket and pants. And his eyes. Slowly, Ramnes turned to survey his congregation, his followers, his kin. His eyes drank in everything. Lolly knew that to humans, his eyes came off as brown, just a normal shade of brown.
But to her, and the people in the room, Ramnes eyes were red, dark dried-blood red.
Always, when she saw those eyes, Lolly wanted to run, to hide behind the nearest curtain, turn tail and take off out the door. And never turn back.
Ramnes looked at her then, and his hand slowly came out, palm up, beckoning her forward.
Against her own will, Lolly was drawn to him. In a daze, she felt his hand curl around her ass and clutch her hip, pulling her close against his side. With a deft hand, he removed her lollipop from her mouth and dropped it in an ashtray on a nearby table.
This is where he liked her, she thought to herself, finally thinking on her own again. Why didn't she resist? Just once, if she could resist him, just once.
"Ramnes," the man named Marse was saying. "We really can't just let them get out of hand like this. If we let the east side deteriorate as it is, we will not have enough business to have a valid claim there. And then you know what will happen!"
Marse seemed quite flustered, and Lolly glared at him, making him twitch more and fidget with his cuffs, twisting the cufflinks forward and back.
"No, Marse, what will happen..."
Ramnes voice, deep, throaty, full of hidden meanings. It flustered the slender Marse even more, and he stuttered to answer.
"Well, with the rumors and all, you know, of the blood being tainted on purpose. And well, if the east side falls to this, and well, if the rumor has any validity, we could, well, we could lose what we have there. The east side has been providing for, well, a long time."
Marse blinked at Lolly, attempted to glare back subtly, and failed, then continued.
"My kin, Ramnes, that is where we eat, for chrissake. I can't just let it fall!"
Ramnes' hand wandered up Lollyena's side, and she felt herself respond to him, and promptly hated herself for it. Her small nipples hardened under the slender shift-like dress that was sheer to her form. And Ramnes knew Marse was looking. That made Lolly's stomach heave.
Ramnes was using her as a distraction again.
"Marse, it will be taken care of, and looked into in due time."
And with that, Ramnes lifted his other hand in a dismissive wave, and Marse bowed his head and backed away. What Ramnes didn't care to notice was how Marse locked eyes with Lolly. She could see in them a mix of lust and hatred, even disgust. And it both frightened and sickened her.
Then, Ramnes hand was under her chin, tilting her head up to his. And he kissed her, deeply. There was no denying that what powers Ramnes held over the flock he led had much to do with his libido-controlling aura. Lollyena had seen too many fall prey to it. And she was just one of them, in this.
She kissed him back, her tongue guided by his.
Ramnes broke the kiss, throwing his head back and laughing. Embarassed, Lolly moved to pull away from him, but his hands were tight on her shoulders.
When he was done laughing, and had the attention of everyone in the room, he released her and spoke to his guests.
"Dinner shall be served shortly! Please, drink! And talk as much as you wish!"
That said, he moved off to a corner with yet another flustered suit-type, and promptly forgot about Lollyena.
She leaned weakly against a wall. No one even bothered to look at her. Again, he had shown all present what she was, who she belonged to, the dark haired girl in the pale green clinging dress. Ramnes' toy, albeit his favourite toy, but nothing more than a toy.
Lolly wiped at her lips, disgusted with herself. She could never resist his touch, not when he kissed her like she was the only thing in the world that matterd. The way he held her, like she were the most fragile porceline figurine, but still, a possession.
It was all she had ever known. It was only the last ten years that had shown her there was something wrong with her existence here. Knowing what was wrong, though, didn't even begin to solve the problem that was her life. She looked at him again, staring daggers in his direction. He didn't even notice.
Feeling eyes on her, she turned to see Marse watching her.
That one noticed her far too much, Lolly thought, and she slipped out the open doors, away from Ramnes, away from the eyes.
From the foyer at the bottom of the stairs, Lolly moved off through another hallway. She passed several doors, looking over her shoulder and walking less conspicuously, humming. Finally, at the end of the hall, she touched a doorknob, and looked to see if anyone was watching. No one was there, no one had bothered to notice her once again.
Into the room Lolly went, closing the door behind her. And right at her feet there was a set of dark steps leading down into shadows barely pierced by her eyes. She could see very well in the dark, it was something she had been born able to do. But this darkness was special, she knew.
Carefully, the girl chose her steps, her footfalls making barely a sound.
No one was really down there to hear, she smiled to herself. Not really.
The soft light of candles came from a far corner across the large room that the stairs ended in. And Lollyena strode smoothly across the soft fur-like carpetting, her small feet quiet as a breeze. A mischievious smile tugged at her red lips, and she parted a long sheer swatch of material that hung from the ceiling of the room.
There lay Takisha, in her enormous splendor. Lollyena again was reminded of someone who had swallowed watermelon seeds, and she laughed quietly, drawing Takisha's red eyes to her. The eyes that only a transformed human got, after Ramnes allowed them to become a vampire.
Ha, "become", Lolly laughed to herself more. Could anyone really just "become" a vampire? She shook her head and wandered around Takisha's rotund form. A hand crept out and she took it.
"Poor poor Takisha," Lollyena said in a most patronizing tone. She rubbed the swollen hand and then placed it on Takisha's chest, touching one of the exposed breasts in passing, finger glazing across it. Takisha winced in pain.
"Awww, hurting more and more, every day, aren't you..."
Takisha nodded slowly, blinking up at Lolly as the other girl moved around the cushions that made up Takisha's bed and living space.
"Does it...cramp? Hmm? Does it...burn?"
The large young woman nodded again, her dull blonde hair shifting across her forehead. Lolly picked up a brush from a nearby table, and standing behind Takisha, began to stroke its bristles through the blonde locks.
"I don't think they give you enough medication, personally."
Lollyena eyed the intravenous drip that ran from a stand nearby into Takisha's arm. Red blood dripped from the bag, making not a sound. Another tube was fed directly into Takisha's ever-so-swollen abdomen and womb. The thought of where that one ended made Lolly's mouth go dry.
Takisha pulled away slightly from Lolly, and Lolly knew she was probably remembering the last time the two of them had thought Takisha should have more pain relief. She snickered and rested her hand on Takisha's cold, clammy forehead, pulling the girl's head back and kissing the pale white skin.
"Don't worry, I don't have any treats up my sleeve this time. And that last time, we wouldn't have been caught if you hadn't laughed so loudly."
Takisha managed a weak smile, and Lollyena pressed her cheek to the girl's head, holding her tenderly. The girl was about her own human age, sixteen, eighteen years old? But again, after her "becoming" a vampire, the body changed, especially for a teenager. But they had feelings in common as well. Both felt lost in all Ramnes had planned for them. Both felt special, but forgotten.
"How long have you been down here now, love? Has it been years?"
Lolly went back to brushing the long but dry hair, knowing Takisha could not answer. She didn't expect her to. She put the brush down on the table, and began to massage the girl's shoulders. The muscles were already so wasted, almost atrophied. Takisha had not left the bedding in a long, long while.
"Ramnes is having another of his parties. Oh you should see how everyone there is dressed!" Her hands moved down the girl's arms, feeling her loosen up and relax.
"They all wear their very best suits and dresses, to impress him. And I am sure he laughs at them. I mean, what they call their "best" is what he wears every day!"
Lollyena moved her hands over Takisha's chest, looking at the white paper-thin skin and the dark blue and purple veins. She could almost imagine that she could see the blood being pumped through them. The IV's were feeding her pure vampire blood, probably from Ramnes himself or one of his close kin , feeding it directly to Takisha's blood stream...and to that of her unborn child.
She frowned, being careful around the large breasts, looking at the bruising there. Takisha always got bruises when the nurses came to clean her. They were so insensitive to her, and cared only for her belly and her baby. And right now, Takisha was on the verge of becoming one giant over-ripe melon.
Lolly moved her hands carefully over the breasts, lifting them and adjusting them. A small move helped the blood flow that much better, making Takisha that much more comfortable.
"There, that should help a bit."
She patted Takisha's forehead, and smiled. Then she found a basin and sponge, and filled it with water from a nearby fountain. She liked to come here, when she felt most left out and ignored and worthless. As she sponged warm water onto Takisha's sweaty skin, she smiled and chatted about her latest venture into the world. Takisha listened, because that was all she could do. Her tongue had been cut out long ago, and she had in the last trimester of her pregnancy become increasingly defeated in her manner. She rarely smiled, but Lolly was sure that was from the pain. She knew every move of the...child... inside her hurt her. Again, she felt her mouth go dry.
Takisha took the sponge from Lolly's hand just then, and moved it away, dropping it to the floor. Her red eyes met Lolly's and locked them in a gaze that almost seemed determined and forceful. Slowly, Lolly drew her stool nearer to Takisha, her hand still held in the other girl's. A pale and heavy hand lifted to Lolly's cheek, caressing it. And as Lolly looked at the chubby pasty face, she saw tears come out of Takisha's bloodfilled eyes. She patted the hand on her cheek, her own eyes filling with the other girl's sorrow.
"I know," she said quietly. "It hurts. It hurts alot. I know."
Takisha took both of Lolly's hands in her own and pressed them against her belly so hard, she cringed. Lolly looked at the tube that fed into the bandaged wound on the side, then back up at Takisha.
"You know I can't do that. You always ask me to, but I can't. I'm so sorry."
With a look so pained and with soft sobs, Takisha let go of Lollyena's hands, and turned her head away. Lolly got up, backing away through the sheer curtains that surrounded Takisha's little fortress of pain. And the other girl's weeping followed her all across the room, then up the stairs. And even though she closed the door and ran the back way up to her rooms, still, she was sure she could hear Takisha crying. And see the pleading look in Takisha's eyes, the look that begged Lollyena to end it all for her.

Ramnes's presence in the room brought a shadow to Lolly's face. She didn't need to hear the door close to know he had come in. She didn't need to feel his brooding warmth a few feet behind her to know he was there. And that he was angry.
"But...aren't you always angry with me?" she mumbled, and turned around, walking past him. "Lollyena, you missed dinner, again."
His low voice hid none of his current anger, and she barely missed his grasp for her arm, twisting out of his reach at the last moment. She walked to her dresser, pretending to fiddle with things there, her soft-bristle brush, her little trinket holders.
"It looks terrible, when you are not there, Lollyena. I have explained this before..."
"Yes, I was there when you told me all about it. About how it looks better to have your favourite treat at your side. About how everyone looks to you to set a perfect example, and that my presence there shows that everything is right in the world of the undead. Blah blah blah and so on and so forth."
This time, Ramnes didn't miss, and his fingers were tight and pinching on her bare upper arm. Lolly froze, angry herself but not sure how far she should push this.
Ramnes moved closer behind her, and then, he sniffed at her neck. He lifted her hand to his face, and delicately turned its palm up. And smelled it. He looked at her, his eyes almost glowing.
"What have I told you about visiting Takisha!"
His hand came out so quickly, there was no chance Lolly would have been able to avoid it.
She landed on the ground with a thud, stunned as always by Ramnes' sudden moods of violence.
Blinking, she avoided his eyes, pressing her fingers against the upcoming bruise on her cheek. It might even give her a black eye. Still, she made not a sound.
Ramnes sighed, and with a soft disgusted noise, he wiped his hand on his slacks.
"You need to learn, Lollyena. You act like a child, with your running off all the time to the city."
He crouched down and picked her up, standing her still infront of him. He made no move to release her arms, and she kept her eyes wisely averted.
"You are not a mere treat, my dear. You are the one to whose bed I come first. It isn't any fault of mine if you make that bed a cold place to be."
He meant to be placating to her, but failed.
Again, Lollyena felt ill inside at his words. Always, he made her think it was her fault.
She acted like a child because that is how she felt. It was her fault he had other lovers, it was her fault if his little minions stepped out of line. And she knew somewhere inside her that none of that was true. But when he said it , it felt like it was right.
"Now," Ramnes said, giving her a shake. "You need to remember to behave. You shall stay away from Takisha. And you will come to dinner next time, and none of this flighty running off to the big wide world."
He kissed her on the forehead then, a most fatherly kiss in Lolly's eyes. And then he hugged her tightly to him. But to her wounded heart, it seemed as if he were just reassuring himself that she was still there.
"That world doesn't like our kind, my dear. You could get hurt out there."
With that, he put her aside and left her room. And to her extra sensitive ears, the sound of the lock on the door clicking into place was as loud as an echo on a mountain.
She sat down on the bed then. There were no tears to cry. Lolly just sat. And waited.
After about ten minutes, she padded to her closet. Inside was a jewellry box. Inside the jewellry box was a brooch. Inside the brooch...a small wire. Lolly brought the wire to the door and with skilled hands tinkered it in the lock until there was a responsive click.
Smiling, Lolly immediately put the wire back into the compartment on the brooch, and then tucked brooch and jewellry box back into her closet. Going to the door, she opened it slightly. Ramnes never went so far as to have a guard standing there. That might look bad to the errant visitors the manor had, a guard posted outside of Ramnes' lover's door.
No one was in the hallway, but still she padded on shoeless feet down the carpet. Up the stairs she went, in the direction of Ramnes' office and personal suites. This was not the direction she would take to leave the grounds. Quite the opposite, about the same as heading into a lion's den.
But, here she was.
Up the stairs she went, and turned the corner. Again, no guards. But of course, up here it was for a different reason. Ramnes' position in the world was quite secure. If someone was up here, it was because they were allowed. Any wandering visitors would have been stopped two floors down of the mansion, and redirected. And of course, his "lover" was securely locked in her room downstairs.
Lollyena moved silently down the darker hallway. This one was actually lit with mere candle torches, rather than electric. She could smell incense burning from one of the rooms. There was a subtle sound of music, made of chimes and bells and a throaty chanting. Ramnes had exotic and dark tastes, something that had always scared Lolly about him.
One of the doors to his offices was open. But there wasn't much she was looking for there. She had searched the files a dozen times, never knowing what she was looking for. And had found nothing. She moved on down the hall.
Another door was opened a crack, and Lolly moved closer, hearing voices inside. Did she know those voices? At least one of them she was sure of.
"The day has been so long..."
Ramnes!
"Come, my love...spend with me what is left of the night..."
Around the corner of the door jamb, Lollyena could see Ramnes. Entangled in his arms, on a long chaise-lounge, was Etiena. The brown haired vixen was watching Ramnes' slender fingers pull her black evening gown down one tanned shoulder. Then the woman turned her face to Ramnes', and the two kissed.
There was no denying the passion of that kiss, the history that it laid bare for any eyes that watched. Lolly could feel their heat. The lips parted, and she watched tongues darting back and forth, dueling, dancing. She blinked.
Ramnes continued to undress Etiena, pulling her straps down her shoulders, her upper arms. As their lips met again, the dress slid from the woman's chest, and left her large breasts exposed to Ramnes' hands. His fingers explored the curves as Lolly watched, entranced. He circled each nipple with his fingers, his teeth biting at Etiena's bottom lip now. Slowly, he began to work his kisses down the woman's chin, to her neck, down to the hollow where her collarbones met. Ramnes lifted a breast to his lips, suckling on the nipple, pulling it with his teeth. His dark lips tightened around it, pulling it and stretching it as Etiena's hands played in his hair.
Their touching, their intimacy...it bespoke eons of comfort and time spent together.
Lollyena could no longer deny that she truly was nothing more than a pet to Ramnes, watching as he lifted the woman's skirts and sat her straddling across his lap.
Etiena pulled the black sparkling gown up over her head, and let it fall to the side as she put her hands on Ramnes' face, kissing him. His hands moved over her back, down to cup her ass where she sat on his thighs.
"Release me..." came his heavy breath into her mouth.
Etiena's hands deftly undid Ramnes' slacks, and reached inside to pull out his hardened member. She stroked him, while kissing him, while his hands caressed her behind.
With his natural grace, Ramnes lifted Etiena suddenly, breaking their kiss as he pulled her forward, sinking himself hard into her.
Lolly gasped, but she was not heard through Etiena's moans.
The woman arched her back as Ramnes slid up inside her, her full breasts now pushed out to his adoring lips. She put her hands in her brown tresses, moving them wildly in her passion, so they looked like tossed curls of pure chocolate.
With experienced touches, Ramnes brought Etiena to a quick peak, his tongue flicking over her nipples. As she first spasmed, then slowed her movements over him, he leaned back on the chair, hands on her breasts still. She moved slightly forward as he pulled her hardened nipples to his mouth again, feasting from first one, then the other. And she began to ride him, moving her hips up and down over his groin.
His pants were still on, he was so excited over his interlude with Etiena he hadn't bothered to pull them off. Suddenly he pushed her away from him, and off of him, to the other end of the couch. Almost viciously, he knelt above her, pushing her knees to her face as he entered her again. He thrust hard into her, burying himself there, it seemed, as she squealed and cried out.
And she seemed to love it, love all of his aggressive movements into her. Lollyena gagged, her stomach tight. Was this how a "good lover" should react to Ramnes'? She felt herself cringe inside. This could not be what sex was to be about, all this animal grunting and violent thrusting.
Ramnes now left Etiena and the couch, standing near her as she suckled his cock. With quick hands, he held himself to her lips, pulling her face over him. Then with another quick gesture, he turned Etiena around. And he entered her behind, standing above her and moaning.
Each move he made was smooth, rhythmic, not jerked or too quick and sudden. Ramnes' love making was all about style. He moved Etiena like she were a puppet, he moved her in ways he had to have moved her before.
When he had Lolly in his arms, he always seemed unsatisfied by what she did, or rather, didn't do. Now as she watched his love-making with Etiena, she knew how it was that she and Ramnes made love. He basically got off knowing he had made her cum, had brought her to a point where she could not hold back.
For her, his sex was about power.
For Etiena, with Etiena, it was about passion...
Lolly choked back a sob. She would never be an Etiena, revelling in all that lust could bring from the soul, not with Ramnes', no.
She knocked a knuckled against her forehead, suddenly lost in thought.
She could not stay living like this. This was not living at all. Ramnes' hands all over her body, Ramnes' control over all of her life.
But what could she do? She had no place to go, no where to run from all of this. This had been her life, since her birth. And it would be until her death, if she didn't do something...

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Revised: June 01, 2001 .