Seduce The Villainess (GL)

(Northern Region- New Atlantic City)

(Lucky's Tavern)

Mary's fingers beneath the table curled up into a tight fist as she watched the conversation play out.

The high-born vampire seemed to quickly tire of the lack of response from the other patrons in the room.

He pursed his lips together and began to walk around the room from table to table with his bodyguards following closely behind him.

Searching for victims...

The flowery tuxedo that he wore looked utterly ridiculous and Mary was glad that the mask on her face concealed her facial features.

She could not take the high-born vampire seriously since he was strutting about like a king, but his movements resembled that of an arrogant peacock.

Camilla continued to sip her wine as if what was happening in the tavern was unrelated to her.

Despite the fact that she was the only one who did not cower or lower her head, the high-born vampire's gaze slid past their table as if he could not see them.

Mary glanced at Camilla's left hand and saw a small reddish pentagram floated ever so slightly above her skin.

Ahh... a spell.

Her mistress was truly a terrifying woman.

Most vampires only relied on their physical capabilities, or it was more accurate to say that they had no talent for magic or witchcraft.

However, Mary had seen firsthand just how scary Camilla's magic abilities were and she shuddered at the prospect of making her an enemy.

"Hey..." a rude voice interrupted Mary's musing.

She glanced in the direction of the sound and saw the aristocratic vampire knock a drink from a muscular customer's hand.

The muscular customer had a vicious scar running from the left side of his face to his right. Wait... no... it wasn't a scar.

It was a realistic tattoo of a scar since the regenerative ability of vampires meant that any non-lethal injuries would heal without a trace.

The goblet shattered and the golden liquid stained the man's shirt. A snigger erupted from the aristocratic vampire's mouth as he leaned closer to mock the man.

That was a terrible mistake.

With surprisingly fast reflexes, the man grabbed the high-born vampire by his flowery collar and slammed his head against the table.

The high-born vampire groaned in surprise and his bodyguards instantly rushed forward in order to protect him.

"Stay back!" the muscular man growled as he pulled out a knife from his pocket and raised it up to the arrogant vampire's throat.

Screams and terrified yells erupted from all around the room.

Mary reflexively grabbed Camilla by the hand and rushed forward towards the exit.

Camilla looked down at her fingertips that her interlocked with her human pet and for some reason... she allowed it.

The female vampire felt very confused as her pet dragged her through the crowd that was rushing for the exit.

No one wanted to be involved in an incident where a high-born vampire was attacked even if they were merely bystanders.

"Move out of the way," Mary viciously snarled as she shoved her shoulder into a terrified vampire who stood frozen in fear.

"The... the guards... are coming..." the vampire stuttered in fear as he raised up a trembling finger and pointed at the door.

Mary looked in the direction of the man's finger and saw a squad of heavily armed individuals rushing towards the tavern.

Someone had notified the guards.

But how? The incident had just happened... unless?

Was this all a set-up?

The guards roughly pushed past the vampires exiting the room and used their metal batons to mercilessly hit anyone who was in their way.

Mary flattened herself against the wall and used her body as a shield to protect her mistress from the incoming crowd.

Camilla stared at the young human in confusion.

She didn't understand... where had this sudden display of loyalty come from?

Was this all a trap to get her to lower her guard?

"Move away from him," the leader of the guards was a lean woman with olive- coloured skin and a short pixie haircut.

She held up a baton in her left hand and violently cracked the skull of a vampire who tried to sneak past her.

"No!" the muscular customer growled fiercely as he pushed the knife even closer to the scared high-born vampire.

"You think I don't know what will happen to me? Those monsters will hang me up on the walls until the sun comes up."

"I'm not dying like that!"

The muscular customer roared in rage and a thin black line of blood appeared on the aristocratic vampire's neck as the knife pierced his skin.

The leader of the guards let out a series of nasty curses as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a gun.

There was a single silver bullet loaded in the chamber and even touching the weapon caused her hands to burn.

Silver was a well-known weakness of vampires along with the cross and holy objects that were blessed by someone with true faith.

Mary inched her way along the walls with her back to the scene. She only focused on getting her mistress out of the dangerous situation.

Honestly there was a part of her that did not know why she was doing this.

Camilla was the enemy... she needed to escape.

And yet... vague and blurry memories kept surfacing in her mind and for some reason Mary thought that she needed to protect the beautiful female vampire.

A ridiculous notion of course...

Camilla did not need anyone's protection least of all from a human who had just begun her vampire hunting training.

Mary could feel the cool touch of Camilla's skin as she pressed her body even closer to her mistress.

If it weren't for the circumstances, Mary knew that her face would be beet- red after experiencing the soft gentle curves of Camilla's body.

Inch by inch the pair sneaked through the chaos and confusion until they arrived at the door.

Vampires were pushing one another in a desperate bid to escape so Mary was forced to join the messy pile while keeping a tight grip on Camilla's palm.

Bang!

A loud gunshot echoed through the tavern and the entire world stood still.

Mary looked back and saw the muscular customer clutch in throat in shock as an enormous hole opened up in his trachea.

She was not the only one to turn her head in the direction of the noise, so Mary took the opportunity to shove past the crowd and leave the tavern.

The young woman led Camilla to a nearby alleyway and let out a heavy sigh of relief as she leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath.

That was insane... they were lucky to have escaped that madness.

"Why did you do that?" Camilla's flat tone echoed through the small space.

There was no hint of emotion in the female vampire's voice as she stared at Mary with those crimson eyes.

Why? I don't know...

Mary hesitated for a brief moment and then opened her mouth to reply, "Mistress... I... I know that you want to remain in disguise, so I thought that..."

"It would make sense for a lower-class vampire to immediately flee if something happened to a high-born nearby."

"Good work my pet," Camilla replied softly as she took a step forward until she was mere inches away from Mary's mask.

The beautiful female vampire whispered a few words until her breath and a small crimson wall erupted from her feet.

A simple invisibility spell was all she needed for what she was about to do next.

From the perspective of those walking outside, the alleyway was now completely empty with no trace of either Mary or Camilla.

Camilla gently gripped Mary's mask and slowly removed it. She could see the young woman looking at her with confusion evident in her gaze.

"I'm hungry," Camilla explained although that was not the only emotion that she felt as her crimson eyes lingered on the female human's soft lips.

She quickly closed the distance and her lips ferociously pressed against Mary's. Her pet moaned in pleasure and her mouth slightly opened.

Camilla took advantage of the gap and slipped her tongue inside Mary's mouth.

She dominatingly explored every inch of Mary's mouth and her hands roamed downwards towards her chest.

The female vampire ravaged the human with a kiss that was lingering, passionate and made her long dead heart skip a beat.

For a brief moment Camilla even forgot to feed since she was too absorbed in the addicting sensation of kissing Mary and feeling her young slender body.