On the Danger Line || Dakota
Shane never used to be such a soft vampire. Sure, she wasn't as naturally terrifying as many of the fang-bearing creatures she shared the earth with. She possessed no great power to be frightened. A fairly basic control of emotions could not bring pain, or any fear worth mentioning. But the Latina had always enjoyed the sport that was torturing humans, asserting her authority over those lower on the food chain than herself. Her first encounter with Keagan had been of this nature. A desire to punish and bring pain found the redhead topless on the floor of her bedroom, receiving lashes to her back that resulted in the girl's spilled tears. Since then, Shane hadn't participated much in the game of torture. She'd stolen that silly blonde's virginity (which, in the vampire's defense, really was as much a favor as anything else) and killed those girls in Anderson. But other than that, the feisty Latina had gone... noticeably soft. She was ready and willing to admit that it had everything to do with her claimed human. Her beautiful Keagan. The girl was enough to keep Shane satisfied on any given day. She fed her, she fucked her, she made her laugh. And despite her previous belief that companionship was something she simply didn't need, Shane was irrevocably in love.
But after everything, all the pain and drama and her sire's rise to baron, Shane just needed to get her hands a little dirty. With Keagan down at the stables for the time being, the vampire was free to do as she pleased. Servants were sent both to the library and the basement. The girl arrived first. A small brunette whose name Shane didn't even both with. This wasn't about her, so she didn't care. Brown eyes went back as the vampire held the frightened girl in her arms, staring deeply in hazel and bespelling the human not to resist anything that might happen here. By the time Shane was finished, the girl was calm and quiet, an entirely disconnected expression pressed softly into her face. She sat the brunette down in one of the leather arm chairs and patiently waited for her second arrival. Standing in front of her vanity, Shane observed her reflection, tilting her head to the side slightly. These satin robes really were wondrous. Comfortable as they were sexy and Shane knew that she would never wear anything else if only she could get away with it in public.
A knock at the door alerted the vampire of the boy's arrival and Shane called for him to be let in. As soon as the new scent wafted across the room and the door was quietly closed behind him, the Latina appeared before the boy, a smirk planted firmly on her face. "Welcome, pretty boy," she husked, looking up at him through mascaraed lashes. He was a good six inches taller than her, at least. But that was of no import whatsoever. "Before we get started, why don't you tell me your name?"
