Libby

The kiss is pulling her under. Valen’s grip has gone from restraining to supporting, his fingers splayed against her back as her knees buckle. Sarah’s scream fractures the haze. “Get off her!” Something shatters—glass, maybe a vase—and then Shannon pulls away. Rachel gasps, staggering back into Valen’s chest., dazed, arroused. Sarah lunged forward, grabbing the broken champagne bottle from the floor. The jagged edge glinted in the candlelight as she swung it wildly toward Valen's face. "Let her go!" Valen hissed, baring his fangs, but it was too late—Sarah's makeshift weapon sliced across his cheek. Dark blood, thick as oil, welled up in the wound. His grip on Rachel faltered just enough for Rachel to wrench free, though her legs still felt like water, her lips tingling with the ghost of Shannon's cold kiss. Shannon snarled, her eyes flickering like dying embers.

Shannon caught Libby’s wrist, yanking her close with a predator’s grin. Libby stumbled forward willingly, her eyelids heavy with the same drugged euphoria that still clawed at Rachel’s thoughts. "Come on, darling," Shannon purred, running a thumb over Libby’s bottom lip. "We’ve got better places to be." Valen wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, his smirk widening as his wound began knitting itself together. His dark eyes flicked to Rachel—amused, taunting. "You should learn to relax. "Rekax..yes I should" she says in a daze.

Sarah grabbed Rachel’s arm, her nails digging in as she dragged her backward. "Snap out of it!" she rasps, but Rachel’s limbs felt heavy, her thoughts syrupy and slow. Shannon laughed—a sound like shattering glass—as Libby melted against her, sighing as those cold fingers carded through her hair. "See how easy it is?" she murmured against Libby’s temple before locking eyes with Rachel again. "No more fighting. Just let go." Valen stepped forward, his wound now nothing but a thin silver scar. He tilted Rachel’s chin up with one finger, his touch like Shannon’s is cold and soothing. Shannon starts walking away with libby, leading her somewhere else.

Shannon's laughter echoed through the dim corridor as she pulled Libby deeper into the shadows, their footsteps falling into sync. Rachel's vision blurred at the edges, her limbs growing heavier with Valen's chilling touch still tracing patterns along her jawline. Valen's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile—the kind that didn't reach his silver-flecked eyes. "You're fighting the inevitable," he murmured, his breath like winter wind against her skin. His fingers tightened slightly, just enough to make her gasp. "But I do love watching you try." Shannon's voice floated back, sing-song and mocking. "Val, stop playing its time we let them stew aliitte."Valen’s fingers lingered for a heartbeat longer before he withdrew, stepping back with a mocking half-bow. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice like smoke curling through the air. Then, in a blur of movement too fast to track, he was gone—vanishing into the shadows after Shannon and Libby. The second they disappeared, the oppressive weight in the air lessened just slightly—enough for Rachel’s knees to finally give out. She slumped against Sarah, who barely caught her, cursing under her breath as she dragged them both backward toward the nearest doorway.

Sarah's grip on Rachel tightened as they stumbled into the dimly lit hallway. Rachel's breath came in ragged gasps, her lips still tingling from that unnatural kiss—cold and intoxicating, like drowning in dark honey. "What the hell was that?" Sarah reply shaking Rachel hard enough to make her teeth click. "They took Libby! We have to—" Rachel blinked, the fog in her mind clearing just enough for panic to surge through her veins. Libby. Shannon's fingers tangled in Libby's hair, that vacant smile on her face as she let herself be led away like a sleepwalker. "Vampires" Rachel slurred, pressing her palms to her temples. "Real vampires" she reapeted.

Elsewhere Shannon’s fingers tightened around Libby’s wrist as she pushed open a heavy oak door at the end of the hall. The bedroom beyond was bathed in flickering candlelight, the air thick with the scent of roses and something metallic—blood, maybe, or the sharp tang of old wine. A four-poster bed draped in black silk dominated the space, its sheets rumpled as if someone had recently risen from it in haste. Libby swayed on her feet, her pupils blown wide, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She didn’t resist as Shannon guided her toward the bed, her movements languid, dreamlike. “There we go,” Shannon murmured, her voice honeyed poison. Valen entered behind them, closing te door.

Valen leaned against the doorframe, watching with lazy amusement as Shannon guided Libby onto the edge of the bed. Libby’s fingers fumbled at the hem of her coustume ,her movements sluggish but obedient. "That's it," Shannon coaxed, her voice velvet-dark as she traced the line of Libby's collarbone. The first button slipped free, then the next—inch by inch, fabric slid from Libby’s body, pooling around her waist. A shudder ran through her, but she didn’t stop, her hands drifting tlower Shannon’s lips curved as she glanced back at Valen. "Enjoying the show?" She hisses as she starts removing her devil coustume. Valen's breath hitched as Shannon's corset loosened, the crimson silk hissing as it fell away to reveal smooth, pale skin. Shannon's smirk deepened, her fingers trailing down Libby's trembling collarbone. "So pretty" she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Libby's ear. The last of the costume pooled at Libby's waist, leaving her exposed—flushed and pliant, her breath coming in soft, wine-slow hitches. Valen pushed off the doorframe, boots thudding against the floor as he closed the distance.

Valen's coat slid from his shoulders, the heavy fabric pooling at his feet with a whisper. His bare chest pressed flush against Libby's bare back, the coolness of his skin making her arch instinctively into him. Shannon's fingers traced libbys nipple, —her breath hitching as cool hands mapped her exposed skin. Valen's lips found the racing pulse at her throat, teeth grazing just enough to draw a gasp. His hands slid down her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the flare of her hips as Shannon claimed her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss once more.Valen’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into Libby’s hips as he pulled her flush against him. The hard length of him pressed against her bare thigh, A whimper escaped Libby’s lips—half-protest, half-pleasure—as Shannon’s tongue tangled with hers, stealing the sound before it could fully form.

Back with the party Sarah reeled, her back slamming against the hallway wall Beside her, Rachel was still dazed, her fingers trembling where they clutched at Sarah’s sleeve. “Libby,” Rachel whispered, her voice thick. “They—they’re going to hurt her—” Sarah’s vision sharpened, adrenaline cutting through the lingering fog of shock. “We’re getting her back, but werec they take her, the basement maybe..or one the many rooms i. This mansion” she snarled, wrenching Rachel forward.

Libby gasped as Valen’s hands dragged her back against him, his fingers splaying possessively over her bare stomach while Shannon’s mouth left hers—only to trail lower, teeth grazing down her throat. Libby arch, her breath hitching as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Shannon’s fingers tightened in Libby’s hair, forcing her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her neck. Valen didn’t hesitate—his cock pressed hot and heavy against her thigh before he shifted, fingers digging into her hips as he guided himself against her entrance.