Chapitre 134: 14. Stand My Ground.
As we emerged from the sleek black limousine, anticipation filled the air. The grand hall where the extravagant ball was taking place shimmered with a dazzling array of lights. The soft hum of engines echoed as a few luxurious cars dropped off elegantly dressed guests. I could sense that Annaliese and her allies had already arrived, their presence lingering in the atmosphere. As we made our way inside, I walked alongside Colin, his steps slightly behind mine, yet his touch on the small of my back conveyed his protective nature. Mariella and Alaric followed closely behind us, their footsteps blending with the faint whispers of the night.
The darkness enveloped us, interrupted only by the vibrant city lights that illuminated the bustling metropolis. The building stood like a beacon, exuding an aura of exclusivity. Normally, one would require an invitation to enter this high-end private club, but the vampire doorman recognized me, granting us passage. I observed the humans passing by, their gazes filled with a mix of envy and fear.
Stepping into the grand hall, the sight was awe-inspiring. Vampires, humans, and other supernatural beings mingled, their conversations accompanied by the clinking of crystal glasses filled with champagne or blood. With a simple snap of my fingers, a silent command transmitted through our hive, Murdock and Dexter sprang into action, seamlessly executing their tasks. The dance hall was adorned with tables, where both vampires and humans sat, immersed in their own worlds. At the other end of the hall, a discreet partition concealed our table and my throne, unnoticed by the oblivious onlookers who assumed it led to the kitchen or a staff room.
Murdock approached one of our own, exchanging a nod of understanding. The cleverly concealed partition was swiftly removed, unveiling our table and my majestic throne. The sudden revelation caused the chatter to subside as all eyes turned towards us. Moving with graceful composure, my hips gently swayed as my heels clicked against the polished marble floor. The silence that befell the room spoke volumes. Mariella and the wolves had their own designated chairs, proudly displaying their names. The initials on these chairs marked them as mine, a symbol of ownership.
I savored the moment as many gazes fixed upon my crown, but the pinnacle of the night arrived when three elders approached, bowing before me and kissing my hand. In response, I nodded regally, embodying the essence of a haughty queen. I had observed the regal demeanor in films, allowing me to adopt an air of grandeur.
We didn't pay attention to our surroundings; we carried ourselves with regal confidence, making others wait if they wanted to talk to us. People couldn't help but notice my dragon scales, which became a topic of conversation. As I took a seat, I signaled for my hive to sit down as well, with Murdock and Dexter flanking us.
However, one vampire named Ian acted as a filter for anyone who wanted to speak with me. I would gesture towards him, deciding whether to allow them to approach or send them away. Mariella sat next to Alaric, her hands exploring his body. As I passed by, I noticed Annaliese, a tall, black-haired woman with curly hair, standing with Damon and the other Salvatores. Similar to Maggie, she seemed to draw out the danger from Damon and the Salvatores, making them less threatening.
Annaliese wore a modern, golden satin dress that wasn't quite what a vampire should wear. Nick stood next to her, unaffected by her charm, which was likely part of their plan. Wulfe and Magnum wore suits and ties, both looking slightly dazed, drugged, probably, nothing out of the ordinary there. Damon glanced at me, raising an eyebrow slightly while Annaliese conversed with another vampire.
There were plenty of simpering bimbos surrounding the Salvatores and Adam, Charles, and it look like parties from the old days, little pussies surroundings men. They seemed content with their company, but I looked down on them from my throne. Even Lepard and Demon had females next to them, seeking their attention. Each female had exaggerated curves, bordering on fat rather than simply being curvy.
The hall quickly filled with conversation, with discussions spanning various topics. At our table, we had made sure to cast a subtle spell to prevent Annaliese from overhearing our conversations. Crystal decorations provided the necessary privacy. I was skilled at arranging these little details to assert my authority and show Annaliese that I was no pushover. It was surprising that Damon wasn't pursuing his usual type with Annaliese, but rather someone that Damien would have been interested in.
I couldn't help but wonder if it had been originally a long time ago Damien or Katherine who had led Damon into Annaliese's trap. I had a small idea that I shared with Mariella, and she promised to make it happen for the upcoming Valentine's Day masquerade ball. Despite vampires' old-fashioned habits, Valentine's Day was a celebration they embraced, making it a significant event. We were prepared for it, and it presented plenty of opportunities to bite the Salvatores or a few others.
At our table, all four dragons were present, engaging in conversation. We were joined by new elders, who acknowledged my throne and status, but completely disregarded Damon, Salvatores, and Annaliese. Murdock and Dexter received numerous suggestions from them about becoming vampires, as their reputations had preceded them. Despite this, everything went according to plan. However, I couldn't deny the pain I felt when I saw Charles kissing others, Damon appearing relaxed and content, and number four reminding me of past parties with my Damon.
Colin was more than prepared to play his role. Sensing my distress, he acted by nibbling on my neck, throat, and ears, allowing his hands to wander freely. I was being seduced, and Colin knew exactly how to please me. Although Colin was my mate, I kept it a secret and referred to him as my love instead. I noticed Charles watching us as we stood in one spot, so I instructed Colin on where to place his hand and what to do. Charles observed as I spread my legs, with Colin touching my hips and whispering in my ear about how good I was and how I would be rewarded.
Charles's expression turned beastly, causing the girl draped in his arms to be shoved away. He began to take a few steps towards us, but Annaliese intervened. She kissed him and tried to calm him down, preventing him from approaching me. Annaliese glared at me, and Colin, sensing her anger, slipped his hand under my dress through a slit. Three fingers soon began thrusting in and out of my pussy, while Colin kissed me and made me pant with pleasure. Colin knew exactly how to please me, turning me from an ice queen into a lustful queen. Damon, clearly angry, looked at me.
In my mind, I wondered if he could hear my thoughts. "It's great to have a connection with the hive, so Colin can sense my desires and fulfill them. Soon enough, I'll probably get my reward from Anaconda."
Damon looked at me sharply, furrowing his brows. He was trying to sense our connection with the hive. Determined, I drew a bit of energy from the hive and swatted his intrusion from my mind, causing him to frown slightly and shake his head.
Mariella caught sight of our little performance, gracefully swaying her hips as she zeroed in on a tall, dark, and handsome human. Damon's gaze met hers. I found myself panting, caught up in the moment as I watched the glass in Damon's hand shatter. Mariella was engaging in intense fucking with that human, fully embracing the experience. She could handle it. The man was dominating her, gripping her throat. He was a professional dominant, skilled in his craft, and Mariella was the perfect submissive for him.
Annaliese had quite a task ahead, as Damon, along with numbers two, four, nine, and ten, were ready to intervene and end the show. I reached my climax, causing several vampires and even some dragons to smile. Annaliese seemed annoyed, while Nick was furious. I greedily kissed Colin, making sure he witnessed it all. Mariella screamed with pleasure, our little performance arousing many of the vampires in the room.
As usual, Annaliese and her cohorts failed to take action. No one was having sex there. Time passed, and Mariella grew more wild. She had already engaged with three humans. I could see number five growing increasingly angry, but Annaliese paid him no mind. Perhaps he could be one of our victims, someone who needed a little extra spark.
Several hours later, I had spoken with many individuals, except for those Annaliese was attempting to manipulate, and, of course, Nick. It was perfect to keep him in the dark. Annaliese did not send Wulfe; she kept him close, exerting a great deal of effort to control him. If my plan were to succeed, dealing with Wulfe would require some careful handling afterward as a backlash might make him pretty angry.
I sat on my throne when Drake, the ancient dragon, approached me and asked, "May I demonstrate my abilities?"
I was taken aback, but maintained my role and replied, "Sure, go ahead."
He knelt before me, spreading my legs and delving into my pussy, expertly pleasuring my clitoris. His tongue transformed, growing larger inside me, causing me to grip the armrests tightly. I bit my lip as Murdock came to my side, kissing me passionately, skillfully muffling my screams while simultaneously fondling my breasts. I squirmed and moaned uncontrollably, losing myself in the pleasure. And when I finally climaxed, my pussy gushed, releasing a tidal wave of pleasure that Drake eagerly enjoyed.
It wasn't just once that Drake did something to me, but three times. Murdock was always keeping me occupied, kissing me, squeezing my breasts, and giving me intense looks.
He said, "You've made me feel, girl, and by God, I'm going to make you feel too."
I was completely powerless, writhing in ecstasy and moaning, until Murdock silenced me with more kisses. Although the venue was modern with electric lights and all the comforts of progress, as the night went on, it transformed into the typical vampire party: more like an orgy or a sex fest.
Everyone else was joining in, except for Annaliese and her group. This made her stand out like a sore thumb, as vampire parties were known for such activities. It was one of her weaknesses, and I was ready to exploit it. I didn't mind being part of the orgy, as my centuries in the lust pack had taught me many things, and besides, I wasn't human, so I had no sense of modesty.
I let loose as Colin forcefully pressed me against the wall and had his way with me, multiple times. He wanted to show off his prowess so that other vampires could see how well-endowed he was and how I could handle it all. Of course, Mariella had to have her share of attention too, and Damon, in jealousy, shattered his glass and glared at Annaliese.
It was clear that her hold on him wasn't as strong as she thought, as there were no confessions of love or even touching between them for the rest of the evening. She glared at us, but there she was, not dressed like a vampire, not behaving like one, and trying to prove that she was the strongest.
I was eager to show her how it was done. It was a bold declaration of power and a clear signal of war, but I was prepared to do whatever it took. I could sense Nick's anger growing, as Annaliese was not conforming to the expected behavior of the others, nor was she allowing him to act as he pleased. I hadn't met him or spoken with him yet.
I kept a close watch on Salvatores, always searching for the perfect victims. I shared my thoughts with Mariella while sitting on my throne. Mimosa was enjoying some anaconda, and Mariella had just experienced the rawness of Dexter in bed.
"Mariella, let's target Salvatores number five and three for our first attack unless something changes. Everyone, bite them if you can and bring them into the hive. I'll take a walk soon and see if I can lure one of them to follow me. My bite will addict them, but Annaliese is too arrogant to see me as a threat. At least not yet," I explained.
Mariella responded, "That's a good plan. Even if a few of them help us, it weakens Annaliese and moves our plan forward. And by God, I need those two."
Despite her lustful demeanor, Mariella was upset by Damon and Annaliese's affectionate display. They had kissed earlier, laughed, and talked in a relaxed manner as if they were truly together. But I could sense cracks in Damon's demeanor. He wasn't fully committed, and Annaliese was using her powers, whatever they may be.
My suspicions were confirmed when I detected the scent of drugs on Wulfe and Magnum. It made me furious to realize they had been drugged with etorphine, a powerful sedative that made them unfit for us to bite. I needed to come up with a plan or wait until we could remove Annaliese from the equation.
Ian was reliable, and many others wanted to see me. However, I had to stay on my toes because Annaliese had spies as well. I held conversations with dragons, elders, and anyone else I had welcomed to my table. I had recruited several vampires under Damon's command, but I made sure to give them a bottle of my blood, making it challenging for Damon to maintain their loyalty. This was my way of undermining him.
I noticed Annaliese getting irritated frequently. I believe Nick must have told her I wasn't really a vampire and had little knowledge about vampires. Yet here I was, doing the complete opposite. I was making Nick look bad, Annaliese look weak, and positioning myself as a queen.
Deep down, I knew I was asking for trouble. Annaliese was sure to step up her game, but this was a good opening move to establish a challenge of sorts. I planned to expand my influence, inviting others to join my circle, to show Annaliese that I would not play nice.
This wasn't just going to be a temporary rivalry at a few parties. I had no idea how it would unfold, but one thing was certain: I wanted to help Wulfe.
Drake gave me an idea when he said, "Our blood could help him overcome the drug, but how can you get it to him? He drinks nothing. He's like a slave, a power battery."
I pondered, shaking my head, trying to come up with a solution. Drake was right. Wulfe was heavily drugged and being used by Annaliese as a power source. Setting him free wouldn't be easy or feasible, at least not yet. I had to think strategically, putting my emotions aside. It was a difficult decision to make, but it was necessary.
I hoped that if Wulfe ever managed to break free, he would understand the choice I had made. I couldn't trust that my plan would succeed at this moment, but we had to try and see what we could do. Whether it would take weeks, months, or even years, only time would reveal.
It was time to set the trap. We were walking in the dance hall, and there were a few deep alcoves where one could have some fun. They were designed for that purpose if you want to be crude about it. Taylor was the perfect victim. I kissed him, and he was as good a kisser as his father had been.
As we were walking, I noticed number five approaching me.
He quickly pushed me against the wall in a small alcove, pressed himself against me, and said, "Take me in right now. Let me in."
I said nothing, but sank my fangs into his throat, pulling him in as forcefully as I could. He soon started to push in as well. I had to control myself because it felt so strange.
He said to me in my mind, "Relax. Let me ooze in. Good, just relax. I will get in. It will take a little time, but once I'm in, I will teach you a bit about how to behave."
Soon, I felt number three starting to ooze in as Mariella bit him.
Number five said to me, "Annaliese will get mad, and she is strong. But we will get in. I'm not sure how fast we can get the others, but we will get them."
His voice was calm, but there was desperation as he wanted to escape Annaliese's power. So he oozed into our hive as fast as he could. He soon walked away, leaving no evidence at all, and went near Annaliese, who didn't even look at him. Good for us.
We needed as many Salvatores in as possible and quickly before Annaliese would become serious with us. I wasn't sure what she could do, but I wasn't eager to find out. It hadn't been a bad first impression; it was exactly what I had in mind. Number five was almost over 50% in our hive, and his presence was getting stronger by the minute. Number three was also getting in.
It felt so strange for them to ooze in, and I knew that once they were in, Mariella would need them, not me. Well, not physically, but they would have my milk to drink, making them stronger, but not from the source, only from bottles. I needed to keep getting stronger, and with the Salvatores getting in, little explosions might just happen.
I wasn't so sure they were all ready to simply follow my lead and do what I said. And it would only get harder once I got more guys in. It would test my leadership skills as well, how to maintain my position as queen of the hive with several pissed-off Salvatores who wanted to bring Annaliese down and make sure I wasn't stronger than them. I had a very interesting time coming my way.
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