Overdrive Cont. (This might be out of order because I'm not sure where everything is)

She accepted his hand happily; a pleased and adoring gleam in her eyes. Their gazes met and Tara knew what was coming next. The thought made her pulse quicken. She saw his dark eyes shift to observe the thumping of her veins under the pale skin of her throat. Then he led her away. The crowd parted to let them through, all with knowing stares. There were no secrets here. Everyone knew what she gave whenever her master asked. Her blood and her body.


The room they often used lay behind the stage area. It was a dark room, decorated in varying shades of red. Vanilla candles lit the room with their soft, flickering light. The room looked like it belonged in a stately manor rather than an old warehouse, with all it’s velvet and gold.

He released her hand and settled himself on the bed, in his familiar position of legs crossed and chin propped in hand. Tara unzipped her knee high shoes and slipped them off. Next, she slid her bracelets off, placing them on a low table. Her hand went to her hip, where the zipper that held up her skirt hid in folds of cloth. It fell to the ground and she stepped out of it. Leaving it there, Tara walked forward, hands gripping the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it up over her flat stomach, her breasts, and then over her head. It joined her skirt in a heap. As they always did, Master Damien’s eyes traveled along the curve of her shoulders, the expanse of flesh across her chest, the new and old bite marks he had personally left on her neck. Once again he reached out to her and pulled her violently past him onto the large bed. She landed sprawled on the covers, left only in her undergarments and fishnet tights.

She felt fingers pulling at her tights and lifted her hips to assist him in getting them off. They were thrown carelessly aside. The mattress sank beneath her and Tara looked up to find him hovering over her, eyes burning. His fingers played lightly across her skin. They started at her thighs and worked up. One bra strap slipped over her shoulder, then the other. All other things were meaningless now that it was just the two of them together. Tara felt goose bumps rise on her flesh despite its superheated state. The world slipped away as his body and hers flowed together, giving each their own kind of satisfaction, one of serving and the other of domination.

***

Tara’s party dress was in one word, fabulous. It was black and strapless, hugging her body to accentuate her gentle curves. From her hips the skirt flared out, a mass of cotton and tulle ending just above her knees. The shoes she wore were bright pink satin, with rhinestones glittering at her toes. She took two hours to straighten her hair, another to get her make-up just right. Her eyelids were a shimmering rainbow of color accented by thick black eyeliner. Only a few special kandi bracelets were around her wrists and her neck was left bare.

Tara had rose around noon to face the day of her 18th birthday. Her once bright and cluttered room was now stripped down to leave only pink walls and cardboard boxes filled with her worldly possessions. She had been packing for a week, avoiding her parents notice, and only told them of her intentions three nights previous. Her mother had cried, her father lectured, but Tara was unaffected by their emotional outbursts. She was going to a better place. Tonight would be the first night that she spent in her new home with Master Damien. The thought was exciting, to be in his service at all times without question! There were no regrets of leaving her childhood home, only thoughts of her master.

During his lecture, her father had referred to Damien as ‘that boy’. Her parents were not at all aware of the true nature of him or their daughter’s position with him, just like they had no idea about her experiments with drugs and loss of virginity. They had never seen the bruises that every night spent in the bed in the warehouse left. They never would.

She picked up a compact to inspect a particularly sore part of her neck. Around the newest bite marks was a deep purple-blue bruise. A semi-circle of yellow bruise showed where a row of teeth had left their mark. That night had been indescribable, a night that made Tara feel more alive then she could ever remember feeling. Master Damien had seemed like he was enjoying himself as much as she was, such was the ferocity of his bite. The bite that sent them both over the edge of ecstasy, providing the release that they craved.

Tara used the puff to carefully powder over the bruise. She wanted to look flawless for this night. The door to her bedroom opened and her mother entered. There were tears in Kara’s eyes.

“You look beautiful, darling. I hope you enjoy your party. You’ll call, won’t you?” her mother said.

Tara nodded. Her mother sighed.

“There is a car here for you.”

The car was a limo of the non-stretch variety. Tara swept silently past her sulking father and very confused little sister. She stepped out into the night with excitement tingling in her nerves. A uniformed chauffeur held the door open for her. Without looking back to her family in the doorway, she got in, the door slamming shut behind her. Tara heard the man say something about a moving service coming for her things and then they were off to the party.

All seemed quiet when they pulled up to the warehouse. Tara walked in with anticipation throbbing in her veins. The beats started when she entered. Eager party-goers thronged around the birthday girl, holding wrapped gifts. All were dressed in their rave best; the bright colors creating a thriving mass of confusion. Guards came out of the shadows, pushing the crowd back. Some started taking presents and setting them on tables laid out for that very purpose. Tara made her way through the parted crowd to the dance floor. The seats of the masters and mistresses had been moved to the stage area. Tara was thrilled to find her favorite DJ spinning the tracks. Some people were already on the dance floor, twirling their glow sticks to create a show. Tara clapped and the dance started. She pulled her friend Derek into the middle of the crowd with her and they danced.

A moan of disappointment broke the crowed when the music stopped a few hours later. However they all fell silent at the sight of Master Damien on his feet. He nodded and Tara joined him on the stage. With a snap, one of the other pets approached with a silver tray. Upon it sat a tall, thin glass bottle. The cork was stained the same crimson red as the liquid in the bottle.

“Is that what I think it is?” Tara breathed, eyes wide. Master Damien picked up the bottle by the neck and held it out to her delicately. Tara fell to her knees.

“Th-th-thank you, Master.” She reached up with trembling fingers to take the gift. It was a bottle of Master Damien’s own blood. In this world where nearly everyone took drugs, vampire blood was among the highest coveted. Only a few privileged experienced the high it provided in their lifetime.

“Rise,” Master Damien said, putting one finger under her chin, guiding Tara slowly to her feet. He turned her to face the intently staring and silent crowd.

[Insert Raena’s stuff, also the drive]

She was in a room full of toxic intentions. Her brain was still fogged from whatever she had been forced to inhale. It was a dark, windowless room. Tara attempted to sit up, in order to better inspect her surroundings, only to find that hard metal cuffs secured her wrists to the bed post.

“Well, it’s about time, Miss Taralynn,” Asher said sarcastically.

Tara couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, but only one thought entered her mind. She took a deep breath.

“Master Da—”

He slammed the wall and something crashed next to her ear. Fury swarmed Asher’s eyes. “Don’t speak that name.”

She whimpered, recoiling as far as she could away from her captor.

“Pathetic,” he muttered. “You call him ‘master’. That’s disgusting.”

In a fit of rage, Tara worked up a gob of saliva in her mouth and spit it at him. She missed, but her anger was easily recognized.

“How dare you!” she screamed at him, pulling at her bonds. The edge of the cuffs bit painfully into her skin. “You have no idea what it means to serve him! Let me go back to him! Master Da—”