Chapter 10: Nymphetamin
After my stay in the hospital wing, getting my blood transfusion while Ellen was there for support, and getting cleared by Penn, Kris decided to get me into training, particularly fighting in hand to hand combat. In another twist of irony and perhaps karma, he set me up to spar with Ellen. “Relax, Richard, she’s the best fighter in the coven. She’ll go easy on you.” Yeah, right… I thought. She’ll play with me like a cat with a mouse. “Don’t underestimate yourself, if Ellen did that, she wouldn’t have gotten to where she is.” I sighed a bit after Kris pulled another mindfuck, before I started picking out a tank top to practice in. “Can I at least get a cigarette before I do anything? I don’t want to be stressed out; I might end up hurting her.” Kris snorted and laughed. “Don’t be silly! She can handle you! We put every newborn through the process of fighting her before they get up to her standards.” I shook my head, knowing full well she was going to kick my ass anyway, just because of what I did to her. “Training starts soon, you better get ready.” I grumbled as I started to get changed into a pair of athletic pants and protective underwear as well. “Do I get to choose a weapon?” Kris cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “Enthusiastic aren’t you? Well, suffice to say, you got to be good at hand-to-hand first.” I snorted in contempt of him treating me like a beginner when he had no idea I used to be a wrestler. “I’ll escort you to the forest, good luck.” ‘Good luck’ is right, I’ll need it.
Kris then took me over to a small clearing in the forest, which was big enough for two people to practice sparring. All the while I couldn’t help but feel I was being watched. “Alright then, now go ahead and practice sparring.” I swallowed hard as Kris left me in the middle. Once I looked up in the treetops, I saw a pair of glowing red eyes show up. A black blur soon tumbled down to the ground, cracking it with the sheer force of the landing. I looked at a feminine hand with dusty knuckles, wrapped in white bandages before focusing on the person crouching at my feet. I could sense pure rage oozing out her pores before she looked up at me, eyes burning like fire. I knew instantly that was Ellen. “Richard…” she growled demonically. I gulped softly. She stood and cracked her neck before spitting to the other side of the glen. “So, you ready to spar, fucker?” Normally, being the smart mouth that I was, I would’ve come up with some badass retort. This is different, though. This is the woman that rescued me, but I hurt her without even knowing it. “Think fast, bitch!” She landed a gut punch worthy of a man right into me while going at high speed. I started coughing hard, not expecting it before getting into a defensive stance. “Alright then… come on!” She grinned before she started slashing at me with her claws, the wounds healing instantly while I could barely dodge them. “Hey! No fair! I’m still a newborn…” She stopped for a minute and smirked, snorting before bursting into roaring laughter. “This is me going easy on you. You may be a newborn vampire right now, but you already have the healing qualities that I do. Small nicks and scratches like the ones I dealt you go away like that.” She then snapped her claws to show the instantaneousness of it. “Bigger and deeper gashes take longer and often require another vampire’s blood to heal.” I felt where she scratched me and I realized that it was porcelain skin already. “Anything else I should know?” Ellen grinned sinisterly. “Just be glad I wasn’t in heat when I was rescuing you, otherwise, my revenge wouldn’t have come to this.”
I staggered back when ‘revenge’ came from her lips; Ellen seemed so demure, so sweet… who knew she could build up anger for a fight? Before I could ponder on that question, she tackled me and flipped me over, slamming me on my back. Had I remained human, my spine would’ve broken by now. Coughing again, I eased up only a little before she put her boot on my chest, asserting her dominance and victory. “Weak…” she sneered as she spat in my face. “That’s the downfall of human rules… when it comes to hitting a girl, it’s a taboo, but in the vampire world, a female’s just as strong as a male, if not stronger.” Ellen grinned as she pulled out something from her backpack… a bundle of rope. “On your knees, you worm!” She bellowed as she dragged me back up from the ground. I struggled to get on my knees, looking at her in disbelief as she removed the tank top. “What about saying that you’d forgive me…?” She cackled loudly as I knelt before her like a war prize. “Oh yeah… about that… I lied.” I felt her grab my wrists roughly before starting to tie them behind my back with the rope, it wasn’t rough, which surprised me considering the circumstances, but it was secure enough to ensure I wouldn’t get loose. She stuck a pinky into the binds to be sure that I wouldn’t have circulation issues. “I only did that so Kris would shut up. But now that I’m thinking about it, I won’t kill you… but I will have some fun with you, pretty boy!” I was stunned by what she did, first she lied to me, then she beat me in sparring, and now… this. “Oh, don’t be so down because you lost your dignity, sweetie.” She giggled as she loosely tied my feet in a sort of fetter-type hobble. “Everyone’s out on a hunting trip, even your friends and family. No one’s in the mansion except for us, and they won’t know what’s going on.” I groaned as she got me up to my feet, still sore from the suplex she gave me. “Hmmm… your chest looks kind of bare right now… not that I mind, no, but… I’m feeling creative.” Her eyes had a devilish spark to them as she tied the extra rope she had in her rucksack around my chest, creating a sort of pentagram with it. “Oh yes, that’s much better… now to take care of those elbows…”
By that time, the physical pain and shock of disillusionment started to subside, I realized that I couldn’t move, save for my legs… and even then the steps were limited. I struggled hard to get out while Ellen licked her lips and her fangs as she observed my reactions, still holding onto my arms so I wouldn’t bolt away. “Mmm… you look delicious right now, ‘love’” she laughed as she watched me. “I could eat you up if I wanted to…” I gulped and whimpered, now knowing how she felt… exposed, vulnerable, and fearful of her captor. This time, however, I was the captive. Multiple thoughts ran through my mind, specifically, what happened to the girl who saved me. It was as if she died that day I brought Ellen back from her hibernation. “I saved your life, though! I fucking cared about you!” She then pulled out something else before wrapping her arms around me. “Y’know, for a captive, you talk too much… I can fix that!” I growled and bucked wildly, determined to show her I wouldn’t surrender. “Oh so now you’re fighting… took you a while didn’t it?” She then pulled my head back and grasped what little hair I had on the back of my head before giving it a yank that caused my jaw to lose its tightness. My scream of pain was then quickly turned into a soft moan. The gag she pulled out taking care of any pleas, protests, and possibly a string of curses that I would’ve let out at her. “Now, that’s an improvement!” The little she-devil grinned before starting to drag me into the mansion.
At this point, I’m actually glad that there was no one in the area; I would hate to have my friends and family seeing me like this. After we walked all the way to her bedroom, Ellen pushed me to the closet. “Look on the bright side; at least I made the effort to make your captivity comfortable.” After she opened the door, I saw cushions piled up and dispersed so someone could lay down on it. In a sick and twisted sort of way, I guess she does care to some degree. “I’ll change your outfit tonight so you can at least have something to sleep in.” I snorted and grumbled into my gag, hating the fact that I was being patronized. “For now, it’s naptime.” Ellen laughed and shoved me down on the pile of cushions. I tried to yell at her to let me go, but it came out as a whine. “Nighty night…” she giggled and kissed my cheek before leaving me alone in that unusually wide closet with my thoughts.