Stealing A Soul

While the Inquisition had means of fast travel, it paled in comparison to the speed of two Creatures of the Night in their element, and with wings, they could fly straight towards Narcisa's mansion. Some people would claim next morning that they saw monsters flying in the moonlight, but nobody would believe them… for a while.

And soon the pair stepped right where it all started, and they could immediately sense a strong scent of blood in the air. Delicious blood dripping with power.

"I'll go first in case she activated any sort of trap," Alistar stated protectively.

"I'm not that fragile!" Shayla hissed back, unwilling to let her master be the one taking all the pain.

He turned towards her and stepped forward, towering over the cute but dangerous little cat girl. "But I'm still stronger than you."

And she showed her fangs. "Yeah, then fight me!"

"Not now," he replied with such finality that Shayla felt a chill run down her spine, immobilizing her while he unceremoniously jumped over the gate. Once it was over, she could feel her heart beat up in arousal; it seems she liked being put in her place by her master. "It's safe," he stated, his tone sobering her up.

"Maybe I need a leash," she thought to herself as she jumped over and then put that scary thought away, though it wasn't as scary as cannibalism.

As she landed on the other side, she saw Alistar walk up to a blood splatter and touch it with his finger then lick it. She immediately went after him to do the same as he inhaled deeply, then he let out a hot exhale, full of delight and satisfaction.

"This tastes even better than a feast," he purred, intoxicated for a moment.

An Shayla trembled as she also had a taste, just like when her tail is gently stroked. "I can feel my body energizing from this!"

"We need this blood…" he whispered softly as he stared at the line of splashes leading into the mansion. Their vivid red color was the only thing he could see even though there was no other light but moonlight. Then the power in the blood stirred something within him. An emotion, a desire, a will.

Shayla curiously looked at him as he extended his hand forward, and then he "gripped" the blood like he gripped her soul to force her to transform. The abandoned little droplets didn't have a master anymore, so they obeyed his command and gathered above his fist.

"Open your mouth, my dear," he hummed, salivating so hard to excitement was barely contained in his tone.

And the loyal catgirl did as told, then the ball of blood split, and each was given a mouthful.

"Delish!" she purred and swayed her body in a seductive motion, one that unfortunately Alistar didn't witness for he hungered for more of this powerful blood.

"Let's go," he growled, his wild amber eyes like that of a starving predator. Then he rushed forward and continued to follow the trail of blood, collecting and ingesting it immediately. Of course, he dutifully gave half to his partner.

They were starting to get tired again after so much excitement, but the Countessa's blood was like an injection of caffeine directly into their veins. They were suddenly extremely alert and hyper-active, their predatory instincts overtaking their minds. But at least it was a different state than that of the flesh-feasting frenzy that occasionally took over them.

With their inhuman speed, they quickly dashed through the mansion, and soon they were at the most important room of both of their lives. There, they saw Countessa, one hand on the stake through the middle of her chest, the other holding onto the glass case of the cursed jewel so that she wouldn't collapse onto the floor. The fiercely beautiful woman looked like an animal, cornered and ready to lash out to protect her life. But she was also bleeding heavily, and it didn't seem like she had much of the cursed power in her body left.

Attacking with her tongue was free, though. "Repulsive subhumans thieves. I abhor you. You will pay for all of these insults, offenses, and assaults upon my noble person. Your lives will be mine to play around and then squash at will!" she spewed venom and fire, figuratively, though it felt like she was close to doing it physically, or rather, magically.

Her disheveled figure seemed rather arousing to Alistar and very satisfying to Shayla. Her ponytail still held, but her usually pristine blood-red hair was a mess and even seemed to lack some of its usual vibrance, her elegant hat nowhere to be seen. Her riding suit was tattered, the ground covered in metal stakes that had once pierced her back, but the biggest damage was the still glowing white stake through her chest. Unfortunately, it hadn't pierced her heart.

And seeing her bark like a dog just made the catman even more daring and aggressive. "You tried to-… no, your man did kill me, and for what?!" he indignantly shouted back, the fur of his cat ears and tail standing on end.

But Narcisa's pride was as lofty as the marble towers of the Upper Walks, and this offense made her grow even angrier, to the point her voice started to crack. "For trying to steal my-, my-, MY JEWEL!"

"And then he tried to rape me," Shayla grimly added, her tone turning odd. Once again, she was being taken over by an emotion, but rather than transforming into a monster, her body was becoming darker and blurry like a mist.

"He didn't succeed? Oh, what a SHAME!" the red woman howled and scowled, her whole body shaking with how intensely she spoke the last word.

Now Alistar was feeling offended at the callous way the Countessa referred to his beloved, and his animalistic features were subtly becoming more intense. The air was getting thick with dark emotions coming from the three cursed, but they were too busy feeding their inner devils to notice the change in their bodies.

And the young beast man assumed a cold, ruthless tone as he bare his plan and his fangs, "We'll keep you alive because we need information on this curse. Shayla, remember to not drink any black blood, but the red one she's leaking all over, that one is ours."

"You-… you…! That's absolutely vile!" the bloodied woman in red gasped in true horror and revulsion. For her, this was a sin, but for the pair, it was the sweetest reward.

"Keep the gun on her while I restrain her," he ordered menacingly and started stepping forward.

"Yes, Master," he loyal catgirl replied with sadistic glee.

"RAAAAH!" The Countessa shrieked in rage, but her voice was unable to stun those suffering through it like Shayla's did. It was merely an action to psyche herself up for battle, but then it became a howl of pain as Shayla's gun glowed with power and sigils, causing all sorts of debilitating effects.

Suddenly, fire burst out of Countessa's body and flew towards the pair like whips, but they couldn't reach Shayla while Alistar was fast enough to dodge it. The two knew that this meant that fiery woman was a fire mage, but its power was… disappointingly low.

"Is the gun interfering with her Chaos?!" Alistar wondered out loud, but Shayla knew as much about magic as him.

"No! I'm stronger than this!" Narcisa embarrassedly shouted back. She had to impress her opponents or else she'd shame her family name.

But in her poor situation, the only thing she managed to achieved was to make the flames look wilder and more unnatural, similar to the furs of a cat standing on end, and the whips began to move even faster and more chaotically, like cat paws swiping at each other. The whips still couldn't reach very far, so Alistar simply stepped back, waiting for her to become exhausted, but he didn't predict she'd lose control.

"AAAAH!" she cried out in pain, and the flames were extinguished, showing her holding onto her shoulder, part of her clothes burned.

That was his chance, so Alistar lunged forward and grabbed her wrist, but the woman immediately pulled back with extreme speed. He wasn't used to fighting with inhuman powers, so he took a few scratches as he attempted to grapple her. Even debilitated, she was fighting like a cornered animal, so this wouldn't be easy.

He decided to punch her back instead, and after the first hit landing upon her cheek, the Countessa seemed bewildered at his audacity to hit her face.

"YOU DARE HIT A NOBLEWOMAN?!" she howled while slashing wildly at the catman to keep him away, slowly stepping back towards the wall.

"You seem more like a monster to me," he hissed back, making sure to show his fangs to her.

"SO ARE YOU!" she retorted and shook a long finger at him.

But he grinned. "And I'm proud of it!"

Next, he hit her so hard on the cheek she flew, but she had such tenacity that she spun herself and fell upon the wall with her feet like a spider. The Hextech weapon was causing extreme distress upon her, but she noticed that when Alistar was closer, it was harder for Shayla to aim, so the Countessa launched herself off the wall and grappled Alistar.

"Fuck!" Shayla shouted in frustration and dropped the gun then also joined the wrestling mess upon the floor.

Narcisa's last desperate move was a failure as she quickly found her limbs being bound, and with Shayla's help, Alistar had one hand free, which he used to grip the glowing stake in the middle of the bloody woman's chest. His hand hurt like it was getting shocked, and he could feel his strength wane, but there was still enough to keep a grip on the stake, so he pulled, and he felt it move, then he wrenched it out of her body and threw it away.

"FEAST!" he shouted, and the pair covered the open, bleeding wound with their mouths, sucking so hard that Countessa could barely react.

"No, no, no! Nooooo…!" she shouted in vain as the strength fled her body, and she could feel the coldness of death barge in.

Alistar didn't want to kill her (yet), so he kept an eye on her reaction, but he could feel that something was happening, and it wasn't about her dying. As the blood nectar entered his body, a familiar sensation started to emerge, a connection. It was another thing that he could "grasp," and so he did.

He pulled out of the wound and extended his hand towards Narcisa's small chest, so Shayla also stopped sucking out of curiosity. He grabbed her small right breast, making the red woman shiver in disgust, but that wasn't his goal, so it slipped past his grip as he turned it into a fist, and then the Countessa froze.

"What… are you doing?" she asked, pure fear in her failing voice, lacking so much blood she was about to pass out.

The bold young man could make a few guesses at was happening after experiencing something similar, but not the same, with Shayla. He had gripped something deep within the noblewoman. Deep, important, sensitive, and oh... so… delicious.

"Eating your soul," he answered with a daring grin, then he kissed her, and he felt something enter his body through both his lips and fist.

The red woman couldn't do a thing as his long and hot tongue invaded her mouth and played with hers. She was repulsed and would've puked if she could, but the wall of her resistance was unceremoniously broken as he swallowed part of her soul, and she could do nothing but let herself be violated in the most warm and disgusting embrace she ever experienced. It was the best feeling but also the worst.

Her body started to regain strength for some reason, so she started to move her tongue, finding comfort in the only warmth she had as she desired to escape the coldness of death, but her hug was forcefully undone, and his tongue left her mouth. Now she was on the floor, alone and still rather cold, but extremely exhausted.

Her blurry vision regained focus, and through the darkness, she spotted the odious pair standing over her. There was no more pain in her body, which was so refreshing she almost yawned and stretched until she remembered she was supposed to hate them, so she stood up and prepared to fight, but she simply couldn't muster enough strength. She held a wild stance, yet she didn't have any of the monstrous features or aura to support it, so she merely looked pathetic.

"Down," Alistar ordered, grinning wildly like a madman, and Countessa obeyed, to her disbelief.

"No… no… you've actually done it…" she whimpered as she stared at her legs which refused to move, then she realized that the huge wound at her chest had closed.

"What have I done?" Alistar questioned honestly. He formed his own opinion through observation, but he had merely acted upon instinct, so he wasn't certain.

"You stole part of my soul, so now I'm yours, and if you die, I'll also go along," she confessed, her mouth also betraying her, so she bit her tongue to not speak any further.

"What is this curse?" he continued, going for the most burning question within his heart.

"Vampirism. The Jewel of Night and Shadows turns you into a Creature that yearns for blood, and the curse gets curse the longer you touch it," she answered, her defiance overcome with barely a struggle.

"I've only barely brushed the jewel with my thumb," Alistar pondered out loud.

"So I've truly been defeated by a whelp…" Narcisa whimpered in shame, refusing to look at him.

And he chuckled darkly, pulling Shayla into a hug with one arm, which she gladly accepted and looked up and his wildly handsome and handsomely wild grin. He was feeling euphoric at the growing power, and also at the sight of his hated enemy defeated, on her knees, and her elegance ruined.

He had wished to heal her so she wouldn't die, so her wounds had magically closed at the expense of some of the power he held. But he still despised her for what she had done.

"This room was a trap, wasn't it?" he continued the interrogation, now turning cold.

"The most obvious fly trap so that I could acquire occasional snacks," she unhesitatingly confessed, her tone dull as her head hang low.

That did it. He needed his revenge.

He extended a hand and grabbed her chin, forcing her stare at him. Countessa was a delicate but fierce-looking beauty while Shayla was composed, seductive, and warm. Narcisa was purely feminine with a good covering of elegance while his catgirl beloved was gorgeous, cute, and sexy perfectly balanced. The noblewoman had strong and sharp features while his black kitten had softer and rounder ones. His enemy was a perfect blue blood specimen, and seeing her so completely broken started to feel arousing to him.

He had killed and eaten two men before, and it had felt like a hellish dance in heaven, but after having a taste of a woman, he acquired an appetite for that too.

So he grinned madly as he let the beast do as it pleased, "Your lips tasted sweet, and your beauty is incredible, so I'll punish you with rape."

Countessa's expression went from depressed to horrified while Shayla's from content to exhilarated. On the inside, the former felt something warm up while the latter felt confusion. As women, they should abhor such thing, correct? So why were they feeling like this? Well, it isn't surprising that their minds had been corrupted so far after savoring murder then feasting upon human flesh and blood.

They'd all tasted darkness, so they wouldn't be hypocrites who said that this, specific, flavor of it was bad.

But they were interrupted by a gentle bell that suddenly rang all over the mansion.

"What's this?" the young vampire master questioned with a frown.

"Someone's at the door, but at this hour?!" Narcisa answered, seemingly angrier than him at the interruption.

And Alistar became grimly cautious. "Change yourself and go deal with it. We'll keep watch from a distance."

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