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EnslavedC C Phoenixx(2012)

Tori had grown up with Vince, they had gone through one foster home after another together, never separated...until at the age of ten Vince was claimed by strange pale-faced people and Tori was claimed by normal-seeming strangers at the age of nine.

They never saw each other again for ten years until Vince shows up, not remembering her, and takes her to his Vampire Hotel by force...she soon finds herself forced to be Vince's personal slave. And his...needs are much different from what they were ten years prier.

Tori soon learns that Vince's soft, loving side had been washed away and replaced with the need to torture and the urge to suck her dry...

It's not usual for the master to fall in love with the is it?





















By C.C.Phoenixx

Copyright 2012byC.C.Phoenixx


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Vince's hands groped for bare skin.Her skin.The skin that he should have instantly been granted access to, but wasn't. Frustrated with his servant's lack of cooperation he latched his mouth onto her neck. The warm, curving body that seemed to be made to fit with his was pressed tightly against him as he ravaged the soft flesh of her throat with his sharp canine teeth, purposely causing her pain, savoring her scream of agony...and the moan of ecstasy that followed as theblood was drawn from her body.

"N-no, Vince. Please, not- not tonight. I don't want to," Tori breathed, pleadingly as his lips moved seductively down to the base of her throat, farther, farther...His lips rested at the crown of the tight-fitting corset top that she was forced to wear. Vince tried not to react to her informal use of his name – the way she had always called him before they were separated....He forced the memories away, focusing on her distress and pleas, on the present and not on the past...he had been taught better than that. He knew that Tori thought, they'd had a close bond ten years ago. They had. But now he knew better.

"This is not your choice,Viktoria. You're mine, my property, my slave, and I can do whatever I want to you...whenever I want," he whispered against her skin as his lips made their way back to her throat, back to the puncture wounds hehad created a few minutes ago.

Tori knew that any of the other slaves would have wanted Vince to proceed with the seduction and feeding, the ecstasy he gave and the starkpain that promised to follow.

Twenty minutes later Vince pulled away, licking his lips clean of blood much sweeter than any other servants' fluids. He'd often wondered why her blood was better than any he had ever tasted. Was it because she resisted him unlike the rest of the help, or because of the delicious torture he inflicted on her, or because of the way he made every second she was with him long and excruciating?

Vince leaned in, his mouth inches from hers. "Go rest,Viktoria. I will be seeing you soon," he promised and brushed his lips against her lush mouth, feeling the slight shudder of rapture she gave off.

"Yes, Master Vince," she nearly whimpered, closing her innocent blue eyes, and making her long, dark lashes brush the unnaturally pale skin that rivaled the lucidity of a cloud, much like the hair that hung long and straight to her waist. Meanwhile, Vince resisted the urge to wince at the sounded wrong coming from her mouth.

There was a shrill noise coming from down the hall outside of the maroon room in which the pair was standing in.


"Don't let Jon feast on you, darling. You are mine, tell him that." Vince instructed, reaching behind him to the vase sitting on his writing desk and smoothly plucking a black rose from the jar, sliding it into her corset and whispered, "Make sure Jon sees that if he comes looking for you."

Tori nodded slightly in response and ghosted towards the door, head bowed, snowy hair falling like a veil around her inhumanly beautiful face.

"Rest,Viktoria," He repeated when the door wasa few inches away from closing.

"Yes, Master."



Tori stumbled down the hall, receiving worried glances from the other servant girlsas she passed. One stopped her.

"Tori, are you okay?" Maria asked, her short black hair falling in her face, concealing one of her welcoming green eyes.

"Yeah, don't worry, Maria. It was just a difficult feeding this time," Tori responded, not meeting Maria's gaze.

"The vampires here are always hard on you, Tori, but Vince seems to take the most blood from you," Maria pointed out.

Tori nodded, meeting Maria's wary gaze. "Vince has more of a claim on me than any other vampire in the Hotel has, Maria." She said and began walking away to herchambers without another word.

All the way there her words replayed themselves in her swooning mind...Vince has more of a claim on me than any other vampire...She wasn't wrong about that, she had a history with Vince, before he had known he was a vampire, before he had changed into the monster he was now.

Tori opened the door to her room, immediately closing it behind her once she was inside the pitch-black space. The light had been bothering her lately and she feared that Vince was changing her too early.

As she lay on her cold bed she thought back to the better times with Vince- back when he was ten and she was nine and he had been her guard, her best friend....

"Viktoria, what's wrong?" That soothing voice startled her, causing her to turn her back to Vince as he approached her. Tori didn't want him to see her crying, so she quickly wiped her tears away, still putting distance between her and her friend.

"Please look at me," Vince's warm hand on her shoulder made up her mind.

She turned slowly around to stare into his green eyes that always seemed friendly and warm, they were her sanctuary...but at the moment they didn't make her smile like they always did.

"What's the matter,Viktoria?" He asked, pulling her into his ten-year-old arms, arms more muscled and toned than a ten-year-old'sshould be. Vince sighed and looked around the bland room the foster family had provided them before returning his gaze toViktoria. He was the only one who used her full name and he knew that when he did it made her feel better.

"Nothing, Vince. I feel better now, now that you're here," She whispered into his shoulder in her pure voice that wasn't marred by cockiness, rudeness, or stark grief.Viktoriawas the only girl in this foster family that seemed unaffected by the fact that she didn't have parents, she was different,shewas an angel. She was his angel.

"It'sokay,Viktoria." He whispered into her snow-like hair, using her full name to ease her rare unease...."It'sokay,Viktoria. I'm here for you. I always will be."

Tori had slowly drifted away from her memory of the young Vince and into a state that was free of emotion and pain, free of memories and of Vince














Chapter 1

Now reclining in a chair by the window, Vince could hear aggravated footfalls, too quiet for the human ear, coming towards his room where they eventually came to a halt. The brass knob turned and Vince came face-to-face with Jon.


He didn't lookhappy,his pale face was contorted in fit of raw anger and blood lust. Jon was a tall vampire, taller than Vince, with blond hair that was always smoothed back from his face, revealing those startlingly blood red eyes.


Jon was clutching Vince's door's doorknob, leaving indentations.


Vince sighed and calmly said, "Jon, don't go around breaking my property." There was a doublemeaningsto his warning and Jon was highly aware of it.


"She's not your property, Vince. She's the hotel's property. Just because you're attached to a stupid human doesn't mean that you can-" Jonwas cut off, for his windpipe snapped was Vince wound his hand around his neck.


Jon wouldn't die from that injury, it would be unbearably uncomfortable for the next few days, and Vince, the sadistic vampire he was, would enjoy every moment of Jon's suffering.


"Jon," Vince kicked him in the ribs when the other vampire was flat on the floor, hearing a satisfying crack, "I have three rules that you will listen to. Number one: Don't be telling what is and isn't mine, because I own you; you're on my territory. Number two: Don't talking about that servant in particular the way that you were or else next time, I will cleanly take your head off with my teeth. And number three: I'm not attached to ahuman,Viktoriajust tastes better than the rest of them. Now, get the hell out of my face before I smash yours into a wall."


Vince turned away from the struggling and gasping Jon, glaring out the window until he heard the door open and close behind him. Vince wearily massaged his temples with his fingers andsighed, sitting down in his chair and leaning his head back, raven-dark hair falling away from his naturally pale face, his crimson eyes shutting as he mused.


Stupid Jon, coming in here and acting as if he ran the Hotel, Vince thought acidly. I run this place, I created it,Ibuilt it! I filled it up with humans, filled it with servants and their blood, darkness and night, pleasure and the sweet taste of a human's torturous bliss.


Vince found his mind wandering once again to the one thing that made him restless...Viktoria.Viktoriawith her long, snow-pale hair and docile blue eyes.Viktoriawith the killer body that seemed to be molded to fit against his, and that sent insatiable lust throughout his body...her long legs that were bared by the regulation mini-skirts and her bust that was barely concealed by the corset-top that brought out all of her delicious shapes.Viktoriawith her quietness and musical voice, her soft, creamy skin dusted with a flush that greeted him before every feeding. Vince craved her presence, her statuesque build and aura of pureness....


He couldn't ignore the unusual pangs of guilt that wracked him when ever he thought of what he was putting her through...she had been his world before he was separated from her.


Vince groaned as his old self clawed at the hard, ice-cold wall he had built around his heart. I don't feel guilty, he thought to himself,itsher blood, she's inside me, making me feel this way....


Vince rose to his feet and in a sharp movement took the vase on his desk and launched it at the wall across from him. The crystal shattered into a million pieces, the midnight-black roses falling limp to the floor as he stared at the mess with blazing eyes.


"Why?" He asked sadly to the air as if expecting an answer. "Why'd I have to drag her into this?"


But as fast as his sorrow and guilt came it was gone with the need to feed, to cause someone else pain, to feel bliss and tame the monster he was.




Tori wasstartled awake by a piercing noise that slithered throughout the Hotel. It wasn'tactuallya "hotel" as she had been led to believe before she had actually stepped foot into this hellhole. It a Gothic castle filled with creatures of the night and the beautiful humans that sustained their cravings. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was one of the "suppliers" or, more astonishingly, that Vince had changed into this...this breathtakingly handsome and deadly beast. Tori couldn't wrap her brain around the fact that her closest companion had been buried deep in the past, locked away and replaced with a man that was no longer the VinceDeChorelloshe once knew.

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