Can't Be/Next

Gregori punched the ground. He couldn't believe what he had seen, heard, felt. He couldn't believe any of it.

Dracul fell to the ground. Now that he understood why he cared and how much, it hurt to see through Xavier's eyes. But to hear her claim that monster instead of him. It felt as if his heart was ripped out.

The others were in a stunned silence. They didn't know what to do or say. They shifted awkwardly. Finally, Gregori glared at them.

"She had to be under a new compulsion," he said. "That's the only thing that explains it!" He looked at Dracul. "You! Take us to the cave you were talking about! NOW!"

Dracul nodded and they sat out.


Xavier moved Anya off of him. He didn't know what to do. But he had plans. She would ruin them. She could be killed now. But did he want to.

"Might as well keep her around," he said, trying to seem unconcerned. "It's not fun if I become leader of the Carpathians without a challenge."

He got up and went to Anastasia. She looked at him, fear in her eyes. He smiled. This is what he was used to.

"I see you remember me," he said. "Of course, it wasn't that long ago, so how could you?"

"Leave us alone," Anastasia said in a quiet voice. "You hurt everyone we love. Isn't that enough?"

"No." He lifted her legs up and plunged into her. "It won't be enough until I gain immortality and become prince of the Carpathians."

He started pumping into her. He removed her chains, knowing Anastasia was weaker than her sister. He could be as cruel as he wanted, but she would never be Anya, willingly give herself, body, heart, and soul to him.

"Stop!" Anastasia yelled.

He slapped her. She screamed. He turned and made her hold on to the wall as he pumped into her like a mad man. He wanted Anya, but it was no fun is she was passed out. He groped Anastasia's breasts.

"You know what I want to hear," he said, gripping her hard. "Say it!"

"Harder! I want more! Pound into this useless whore some more!" she yelled.

"Good girl!"

He filled her with is seed, but it wasn't as satisfying as with Anya. He dropped her to the ground, causing her to get scratched up. He sat in his chair.

"You ride me," he said. "Now!"

Anastasia got up, straddled him, and skewered herself on him. She began riding him, but he only stared at the sleeping Anya.

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