Lolly lay out on the mansion's main balcony, eyes roaming the estate behind her sunglasses. She always marvelled over how different everything looked in the daytime. There were no torches to light up the shadows. In fact, there were no shadows, not like there were at Ramnes' evening get-togethers.
The thought of what dwelled in those shadows sent a sudden chill over Lolly's skin, despite the warm sun beating down on her. She rubbed her upper arms, and adjusted the small bikini that barely covered her breasts. Her sudden motion caused one of the guards to turn in her direction. His cool gaze made her feel even more chilled, and she stood up and walked to the balcony edge.
Always watched, always "guarded".
Lollyena stood looking out over the property. Lush green expanses of trimmed grass, perfectly shaped hedges and bushes, topiaries even. And a small wood that ran the perimeter, blanketing out the electric fence. Not one tree branch came even close to the fence, but still, the wood served its purpose. She smirked, thinking back to about twenty or so years ago when she had first tried to leave Ramnes, and had discovered the various precautions he had in place. To keep others out, of course he explained.
There was the small pond with the river. Quaint how the pond had a specially adapted breed of piranha in its murky depths. She felt her stomach clench, remembering their teeth on her skin, biting at her calves, her belly. How she had screamed that night.
The electric fence had been a surprise, when she had run from Ramnes one night, right from his arms into the wood.
"You are vampyre," he had said seductively, holding her against a tree trunk's harsh bark. "And you are mine."
That had made her balk. 'Mine'? Like a possession?
She had slapped him, a memory that made her giggle quietly now. And she had fled, running, not sure why he had begun to laugh, until she ran face first into the electrified fence.
The next few days that it took her to heal, Ramnes had tended her personally.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, coating her scarred face with aloe vera, she had thought him then the most tender being alive. He didn't care that for those few days, her third degree electric burns made her look like a monster from some horror film. His fingers had gently applied the special cream to each of her wounds, and he had smiled at her.
When Lolly thought of it now, she gulped. The look in his eyes she had mistaken for genuine love. It had taken another five years or so before she tried again to leave, always concerned for his heart. She would not want to hurt him.
The girl touched her cheek where he had slapped her last night. The bruise had come and gone during the morning, and both eyes had indeed been blackened. But, being a vampire seemed to have its privileges.
Behind her, the guard moved closer to the balcony, as if he anticipated her leaping over its edge. He was a big man, a human, no doubt. She could smell him sweating in the early afternoon sun. She never sweat. Nor did she burn.
She glanced at the man over her shoulder, smiling. And suddenly, it occurred to her.
She may not be an Etiena. But, she could pretend, maybe?
"It is such a lovely day, isn't it?"
Lollyena turned to the guard and smiled coyly, still leaning one hand on the marble railing still, the other resting on one slim hip.
The guard folded his hands in front of himself, and nodded curtly.
Lolly moved a hand behind her and turned back to face the railing, almost absentmindedly adjusting the red thong bottoms of her bikini with one slow finger running over her bare cheeks.
The guard was looking. She could sense that.
With a quick smile, Lolly leaped over the railing, and landed on the side of the hill, dropping into a roll while her newly sprained ankle resolved itself.
On cue, the guard followed.
Swift as a cat, Lollyena made for the trees and their shadows. She knew the electric fence would be there, and knew that the river was out of bounds. But still she made for the far side of the property and the trees.
When the guard dropped over the railing and began to gain ground, his face became a grim look of confidence. He was almost near her.
Lolly kept herself just far enough ahead of him, then when she reached the tree cover, she pulled up short and pressed herself against one of the trees barely inside the wood.
The guard quickly caught up, coming into the cool shadows of the leafy overhang. He reached out to Lollyena, and took her firmly by the shoulders, panting.
She didn't resist him.
It was time to see if she could pull this off, she told herself.
Lolly smiled up at him, warmly, and slowly raised her hands to his sides, sliding them beneath his jacket. The guard continued to look at her, panting, confused.
She could smell his confusion! Good!
The girl moved her fingers around to his back, over his gun holster, which made him flinch slightly, but then moved them down over his firm behind, cupping it as she pressed her chest against him.
He looked at the distant house, and the far away sunlight, then seemed to scan the area carefully. He found nothing of course, no one else was around or even awake, really. He was the only one on Lolly-duty.
Carefully, cautiously, he bent his head low, pausing just before Lolly's lips. She tilted her head back a fraction, and he kissed her.
She had never been kissed by another man before.
The guard's tongue slowly slipped between her lips, parting them and opening her mouth. He was not forceful, not even emblazoned with lust and passion and desire. His kiss seemed all about tenderness. And Lolly could almost read his thoughts.
He thought of her as a spoiled rich kid, a little girl almost.
It would seem he had not been briefed clearly on who his charge truly was. For whatever reason, he didn't know he held in his arms the favourite lover of Ramnes himself, king of the undead this side of the ocean.
Lolly squeezed her hands encouragingly over the guard's ass, as he pressed her into the tree trunk. One of his hands moved off of her shoulder, to cup her own bare ass. The other began to slip her bikini top from her shoulder. As the string came down, he took her breast most delicately in his large beefy hand. His thumb covered the nipple, and Lolly surprisingly found her nipple becoming hard.
This was almost...exciting!
She concentrated on the kiss, and found it wasn't so hard to become lost in it. His tongue was divine, almost, in its attention to her own. And his hand on her breast was so careful, gentle. She felt him begin to undo the ties to her thong with his large fingers, and she shivered, her mouth parting wider beneath his.
The guard looked at her a moment, smiling, pausing. And she reached up and removed his dark shades, looking into a pair of brown eyes.
Real brown eyes, not brown eyes with shifting blood drops racing around within. Not eyes that were hooded and clouded with deceit.
Just....eyes. Human eyes.
He smiled at her, and moved to kiss her again, shrugging out of his jacket.
"Wait," Lolly whispered, giving in to a whim.
He looked at her.
"What is your name?"
She didn't know why she had to know. She just had to know. It would not hinder her in the least, but she would know it, if they were going to go further. And for her plan to work, they had to go much, much further.
He smiled again, and began to unbutton his blue shirt, exposing a well-muscled upper torso the likes of which Lollyena had never seen.
He looked so healthy, so alive. His skin was tanned, slick with a slight sheen of excited sweat. His pectorals were round, mounds even, with small dark and erect nipples.
"My name is Brent," he whispered into her mouth as he kissed her again. Brent took her hands in his and placed them against his naked skin, as he continued to kiss her. Then he began to undo his slacks, slowly, as if he didn't want to startle her.
Lollyena could imagine his thoughts. Here he was about to sup where he thought few others had. He was quite right, but Lolly was not inexperienced with sex. She just...didn't have the same appreciation as everyone else seemed to have.
Suddenly, Brent was naked. He broke the kiss, and smiled softy into her face, as his hands moved her's over his stomach, then lower. Lolly looked down.
His cock was hard, erect. And thick. It was perfect. This man before her might have been a model or actor, for his lack of blemish and perfection of form. His penis reflected everything she had seen so far. Her mouth dropped open, looking at it. It was tanned, as well. Beneath it were his balls, hairless and heavy seeming.
Suddenly, his cock bounced, and she looked up to see him grinning at her. With quick hands, Brent removed all of her bikini, unfastening her top and sliding her bottoms down and off her thighs. He put one hand on her behind and lifted her. He was so strong, Lolly need not cling to him. But he smelled so sweet in his lust, she could not resist kissing him again. And this time it was her tongue pushing into his mouth. He was intoxicating.
Brent lifted Lolly and slowly lowered her over his cock, one of his hands pulling one of her thighs slight outwards, to open her. And she felt herself surprisingly yielding to him. She was wet, and almost hungry for him.
It was not something she was used to.
As he filled her, almost too much, she tilted her head back, and a moan escaped her surprised lips. Brent moved her up and down over him, sliding slickly in and out, and Lollyena felt her spine shake, and her stomach clench.
Oh my god, she thought. I'm going to orgasm!!
The thought was too much to bear, and she became lost as her puss tightened around the guard's perfect and precisely moving cock. It must have startled him too, because for a moment he stopped. But then he continued, almost in a frenzy.
He lay her down onto the course ground, covered with pine needles and dried grass that had starved without the sunlight that couldn't get through the tree tops once spring came. He put his hands on her hips then, and lifted her bottom up, thrusting quickly into her.
With a gasp, Lollyena felt his cock jump again, and become even larger inside her. Was that possible? And then he was washing over her insides, almost coating her with thick cum. She was torn between revulsion and excitement, and she kept both emotions closely guarded as her own orgasm wore off.
The guard panted and heaved, thrusting up to the last inside her.
As if on cue, he fell over her chest, spent. And Lollyena purred softly in his ear, a sound which caused him to shiver.
Now was the time for her to be the actress she thought she might be.
"I have never...that was...wow!"
Some of her real excitement came through in the words. Brent turned his head to look at her, and she noticed he was blushing.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "I want you again."
"Not right now though," she answered, nuzzling her face against his mouth.
"If I am not up at the veranda soon, we will be noticed. And if we are noticed...."
Lolly traced a trail of fingernails down Brent's spine to his sweat covered behind.
"If we are noticed, we won't ever be able to do this again."
She added a careful turn of her head and a blank and innocent-seeming blink to her words.
And Brent was her's.
She could use him now, she knew. She could probably count on him to be her willing slave in most things. He would help her escape, for the p romise of a kiss. But her control over him was a double-edge sword, she knew. He would help her escape into the city for small but short adventures. As long as she was kept at the mansion, he would be able to access her, and would strive to find quiet times alone with her, like this one.
And as long as she was escaping, and being returned, she would have to bear the brunt of Ramnes' disciplines and affections.
No.
She had to go now.
"Get dressed, tough guy," she giggled, pushing him up off of her.
And Brent rose and got dressed, his eyes roaming over her form longingly. Already, she could see his cock was hard again. She handed him her bikini bottoms and he wiped himself off before tucking himself into his briefs and doing up his pants.
In his grey suit and blue shirt, Brent seemed the perfect body guard. His form, perfect like Adonis, was only slightly outlined in the tailored outfit. He was meant to look imposing, not desireable. But Lolly could not be more glad that it had been him on duty today, instead of one of the other ones she had seen around the house.
Would she have been able to even think of doing this if one of the others had been guarding her?
She thought to herself, yes. It was time.
She stood up, and looked at the mansion, far and away across the green grass. It almost glowed in the sunlight, its marbled columns like the gates of heaven, its wings spreading out angelic around the hill it was situated on.
But her life was there, had always been there, and it was no heaven, no angel.
It was hell.
Brent nodded at her.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" She looked at him, and smiled brightly up at him.
"Nuh uh!"
Lollyena made a dash for the fence.
"Shit!"
Brent followed her closely, almost stumbling.
When he looked down to watch his feet, Lolly pushed against a tree trunk and pivoted, and managed to get behind the beefy bodyguard. Quickly, she hid behind a tree, rolling around the thick trunk and keeping the guard constantly on the opposite side.
The man came up against the fence, arms and legs wide in the sun, ready to dash either way should he see her. On silent and careful feet, Lollyena charged his back.
She could do this, she knew she could.
She was vampyre, she thought at the last, almost sardonically.
Up she leapt, one foot landing on the man's shoulder, then the other on his head. And up over the fence she went.
It was the best unplanned escape Lollyena had ever pulled off. And even if she broke her kneecap in the fall, she cared not one bit. As Brent screamed and hollered, and finally went back to the house, Lollyena lay quietly naked in the long wild grass.
Then she began to giggle, and the giggle turned into a laugh. The laugh bubbled up out of her, and with relief, she found herself beginning to cry. Large tears slipped down her face as she moved quickly away, dragging her right leg behind.
She was out, once more.
And this time, she would not go back! No! No more going back!
It would take the guard a few minutes to get back to the mansion. Then a few more minutes to contact someone, then a few more minutes to contact the right someone, probably Ramnes' best advisor, laying out the daylight in some office somewhere. And then they would begin their search for her.
They would head to the city right off. In the last twenty years, she had always headed there, convinced she could easily become lost in the crowds of people.
The thing was, she was not human. She didn't smell human, she had a hard time acting human. And it had taken her this long to realize it.
As her mind whirled, Lollyena slipped into the cold and dirty waters of some unnamed creek outside of Ramnes' property. The water chilled her knee and it felt good. She dipped her head down and then breathed slowly when she pulled it out. The pollution and the grime of the water quickly coated her.
Nearby was an overpass, she knew. That was where she always hitched her rides to the city. This time, she would have to pass it by. Lolly was going to go out on a limb and assume that Ramnes and his men had no idea how badly she wanted to escape, at how desperate she really was to leave.
They would expect the same from her, as every other time. And they would expect her to take the easiest route to the city, and for her to indulge in her usual adventures. But, not this time.
Farther down the creek, Lolly found a small steel tube that had a rusted grate over it. The grating held back many of the branches that tried to follow the draining water. She pulled the grate off easily. Then she slid inside, and followed the tunnel. She had nothing to fear in this darkness, she knew. Nothing could hurt her if it was not of Ramnes' making and design.
The day passed, and the water became freezing cold. But Lollyena stayed in it. Her hair was matted now, sludge thick in its short length. Mud covered her from head to foot. But she stayed right where she was, and didn't budge an inch.
Night came then, and she could hear the Children almost, hear the hoots and howls of beasts wandering the area where she had escaped.
At one point, she heard the voice of Brent. But it was a scream of pain, not the sound of pleasure she had heard from him earlier. And it was cut off quickly, too suddenly, for her to be sure.
She shook the thoughts from her head, and trembled in the dark tunnel, praying to the creek to keep her hidden.
And, it did.

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