River Princess | By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter 38
Between Author's Note: I feel like I have to keep apologizing … because I don't speak Romanian. I might get a lot of stuff wrong here. Also, sexual abuse of children will be discussed. Rape with a foreign object will also be discussed. However, none of that stuff will actually happen in this chapter, no graphic details. THWACK!!!! “AAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!” “Mother of ...” “Dear Prudence, you need to be tougher,” Brunhilde said in a loving tone. It wasn't a pleasant night. Brunhilde and Prudence were sitting in comfortable chairs beside each other, and Brunhilde’s hand was firm on Prudence's shoulder. The house they were in belonged to some vampire Brunhilde had never met. They were watching something Prudence didn't want to see, in someone's bedroom. Two of Brunhilde's babies, a man and a woman, had another woman chained to a chair with a stiff back. She was a very pretty woman, dark skin and lovely chocolate colored eyes, and she was naked. They had just hit her leg with a metal baseball bat. There was a popping sound, but it was faint. Most of the noise came from the victim. Brunhilde didn't told her exactly why this woman was being attacked like this. She did say that the woman was in fact one of her babies, and she would heal easier than a normal person, even if she didn't like the pain. “Why the hell did you bring me here?!” Prudence thought she might cry. “You need to become more accustomed to violence,” explained Prudence, as the victim received another whack. “Gonna see much worse than this, Sweet Pea.” “Why do they have to do this?” With a shrug, Brunhilde answered, “She broke some of my rules, and they are very important rules.” THWACK!!!! “PLEASE!!!!!!” “Oooooh,” Brunhilde murmured, “That one was nice.” “You're a sick bitch!” Prudence didn't normally call people sick bitches, but she was very stressed. “Oh, Mon Trognon,” Brunhilde said with a grin, “I can't help but enjoy a taste of violence. Excitement is difficult for me, but violence can be so entertaining when done correctly.” She just said that as if it was the most pleasant fact in the world. (Mon Trognon is a French term of endearment, it literally means “My Fruit Core.”) *** They were in a bar and it wasn't high class. It wasn't a low class establishment either. The music that was playing was at a moderate level. There was a glass display case along a wall showing off old action figures in whimsical scenes. It was actually adorable. It was a two story tall establishment, and not very large. The first floor was the bar area, and the second floor was an indoor balcony area with couches and board games. And Lydia had no idea why nobody asked for her I.D. The place didn't seem sketchy. It seemed like a law abiding establishment. They should ask for her I.D. She shouldn't be in here. “I'm not sure why you wanted to come here,” Lydia mumbled to Vlad, “but I'm not gonna bitch about it. It's a nice place.” “I thought you would like the atmosphere.” They sat down together at the bar area. Lydia didn't want to drink any alcohol; she asked for a soda. Vlad took a small glass of something that smelled sharp. There wasn't very many people in the place. It was a calm place. They just sat there, chatting about silly things that weren't even important. The bartender was a friendly thin man with a messy but short beard. He was pleasant to tell jokes with. Sometimes, Vlad discreetly poked her thigh with his fingertip and then grinned at her. Lydia often responded by pinching his arm. “Hey, Îmi fac griji pentru Prudence,” Lydia told him, holding his hand and keeping him from poking again. I'm worried about Prudence. Vlad nodded, and the joy disappeared from his face. “Regina este o chinuitoare. Nu știu de ce. În mod normal, că femeia va pretinde un nou copil rapid. Tortura este rezervat pentru cei care-l merită.” The Queen is tormenting her. I don't know why. Normally, that woman will claim a new baby quickly. Torture is reserved for those who deserve it. “Acest lucru nu este un comportament normal pentru B.” This isn't normal behavior for B. “Fata nefericit suferă.” The unfortunate girl is suffering. Lydia took a swig of her soda. “Acest lucru mă face furios.” This is making me angry. “Sunt, de asemenea, îngrijorat. Regina se comportă ciudat. Ea a fost întotdeauna în concordanță cu acest tip de acțiune.” I am also concerned. The Queen is acting strangely. She has always been consistent with this sort of action. “Aaah … what can we do?” Vlad held an ice cube to his mouth and sucked on it, staring at bottles that were on display. “Vlad?” She looked at his face. “What can we do?” He put the ice back into his glass. “To stop Brunhilde? Nothing. One cannot stop Brunhilde. One can only rile her, or please her.” Then Lydia's stomach chilled as she wondered if Brunhilde would be willing to take a replacement. A replacement. Well … Lydia didn't like to see innocent people suffer. She looked down at her soda and sniffed. A tear tickled her skin. Damn it, this wasn't the place to get emotional. Vlad put his arm around her shoulders. “De ce plângi?” Why are you crying? Lydia closed her eyes and lowered her head a bit. “Da … da ...” She trembled. “Dacă i-am inlocuit ... ar fi ea o lași în pace?” If I replaced her ... would she leave her alone? “Ce?” What? Vlad touched her jaw with his fingers and turned her head to face him. He lightly pressed his forehead into hers, forcing eye contact. He spoke quietly, solemnly. “Că nu ar trebui să fie un motiv pentru a deveni ei.” That should never be a reason for becoming hers. “Well fuck, why not?” retorted Lydia, giving him a delicate smile. “Nu este mai bine să alegeți că viața decât să fie forțat? Cere fiul tău.” Is it not better to choose that life than to be forced? Ask your son. She said the last sentence very slowly, with plenty of space between each word. His jaw twitched. “Nu fi supărat pe mine. Nu l-am adus la Regina. Ea a decis pe cont propriu.” Don't be angry with me. I did not bring him to the Queen. She decided on her own. “And you chose it,” she told him, like she was accusing him of something. “What kind of things have you done? Hm? What does she tell you to do? You are her favorite.” His nostrils flared. “Omor, răpire, furt, tortura, viol cu un obiect străin. Ultimul act a fost rare. Am făcut asta doar de două ori.” Homicide, kidnapping, theft, torture, rape with a foreign object. The last act has been rare. I have done that only twice. Lydia yelped and tried to get away from him, but he gripped her shoulders and kept their close eye contact, foreheads still touching. Vlad demanded very quietly, “Listen to me, Scumpa mea!” That meant, “Darling” or “My Sweet!” He smiled at her. “Ambele victime ale violurilor mele au fost pedofili.” Both victims of my rapes were child molesters. Lydia still felt sick to her stomach. “Ești un violator.” You're a rapist. She could barely say that, but she said it. It hurt to say it. She was sniffing more, and there were more tears. Her face was hot. Her stomach felt like the thing full of ice that the nearby bartender was shaking. “Penisul meu a rămas foarte flasca. Ia confort în faptul.” My penis remained very flaccid. Take comfort in that fact. He was still smiling; the rapist was still smiling. “Cele mai multe vampirii nu sunt foarte crud, dar am cruzime necesare pentru cele mai cumplite lucruri dorințe Brunhilde.” Most vampires are not very cruel, but I have the cruelty required for the most terrible things Brunhilde desires. “Vi ...violul… nu este niciodată bine.” Rape is never okay. Lydia stuttered slightly. “Cu considerat crimele lor, în realitate, am fost indulgent.” With their crimes considered, in reality, I was lenient. “Aceste creaturi nu au fost mulțumiți cu o simplă mîngîieri, care este încă destul de rău. Ei au fost vicios, folosit robie. Dispozitivele care nu ar trebui să fie folosite ca jucării sexuale au fost folosite ca jucării sexuale. Ei au publicat durerea copiilor pe Internet.” Those creatures were not satisfied with simple fondling, which is still quite evil. They were vicious, used bondage. Devices that should never be used as sex toys were used as sex toys. They published the children's pain on the Internet. She stared at him. The bartender gave them a curious look, but he knew this was none of his business. Nobody was getting hurt, and so he shouldn't care. “Draga mea, am fost violată când am fost un copil.” Sweetheart, I was raped when I was a child. Lydia felt her face loosen. She swallowed down something in her throat. She didn't know what it was. “What the fuck? Who did that? Your dad?” “Oh no.” Vlad just kept smiling. His voice was darker. “Povestea este complicată. Eu nu va elabora. Dar, nu cred niciodată că părinții mei ar face ceva atât de dezgustător.” The story is complicated. I will not elaborate. But, don't ever think that my parents would do something so disgusting. “That doesn't … God …” She was getting a headache, and there were more tears. “That doesn't make it okay. I can't … I can't accept this part of you.” His fingers pressed into her shoulders tighter. “There is no need for you to accept this part of me. Tu nu viola copii.” You don't rape children. And then he hugged her. “I love good women, Lydia. I was raised by a lovely mother. She and her friends loved me. Even those who did not love me treated me kindly. I was coddled.” He didn't continue. He just kept hugging her. After a few moments, he pulled away to kiss her mouth and smile at her. “The world is not 'either, or.' There is always a 'maybe,' a 'perhaps,' or a 'between.'” Lydia lowered her eyes. “Can you promise they deserved it? Those two people?” “I swear myself to that fact.” She let her eyes move up to meet his. “This was not the proper place to talk about all that stuff.” Vlad tapped her nose with his fingertip; he chuckled. “Even intelligent people will be inappropriate.” He got out of his seat. “Walk with me, please. I want to explore the streets at night.” “We'll get mugged.” Lydia said this with a smile she didn't quite feel. “You are safe with me.” And he led her out on to the sidewalk outside. They just walked, holding hands. Someone did try to mug them, with a gun. It was only one man. Vlad snatched the gun out his hand so quickly that Lydia didn't see the movement. Then he struck the man in his head with the gun handle. The mugger fell to the pavement. Rather casually, as if he had done this several times, Vlad unloaded the gun and dropped it and the bullets onto the sidewalk. Lydia hadn't felt any fear at all. She just put on her Stepford Smile. “What if there had been several people? People attack in groups sometimes.” Vlad kissed her again. “The quickest thing to do for us would be to flee. I am very fast; you know this. I can also steal you away very quickly.” Lydia smiled at that. “If I was angry, I could simply kill them all.” Lydia put her palm to her face at that. ***While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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