Paris, 1794 Ch. 6: Rachel's Secret

{Rachel's POV}

Rachel startles awake. The sheets are damp with sweat. The breeze through the open window is cold on her naked skin. Even after all these decades, she still dreams of that night. The night that she escaped from Elizabeth. She shakes her head, trying to forget.

She looks out the window. The sun is low over the cities skyline. It will be dusk soon. The vampires will be active. I still have some time she thinks, stretching on the bed. Rachel rolls over. The prostitute from the night before is still here. At first, Rachel is annoyed. The annoyance gives way to arousal as she watches the whore's exposed breasts rise and fall with her breathing. Rachel slowly pulls the sheet down, admiring the girl's thick bush, the swell of her hips.

Rachel has never really been one to form long-term relationships. Desire, on the other hand, was constant. Rachel blamed it on her... peculiar... diet.

The huntress decides to relieve some stress before beginning her night. Rachel takes the cask of wine from the night table and takes a swig, before kneeling next to the sleeping blonde prostitute. Her face is unremarkable, but her tongue works fine Rachel thinks. Rachel bends, and begins to slowly lick the girl's nipple. She cups the girl's breast in her hand. The prostitute begins to stir, moaning in her sleep. Rachel bites down gently on the nipple, and the whore moans harder, eyes still closed, her mouth falling open. With her other hand, Rachel forces the girl's legs apart, and cups her moistening pussy. Rachel sucks on the nipple as the girl begins to grope her other breast. The girl gasps when Rachel slips a finger inside of her, Rachel's palm massaging the girl's clit.

Good, she's warmed up Rachel thinks, laying down on her back and spreading her legs. Rachel looks at the whore, and then looks at her sex. The prostitute gets the message, and lays on top of Rachel. The whore reaches between them, and begins to rub Rachel's pussy, her finger sliding along Rachel's wet slit. Clumsy, but serviceable Rachel thinks. The girl bends to kiss Rachel, but Rachel turns her head. The girl, unperturbed, begins to kiss and lick Rachel's neck as her fingers explore Rachel's sex. I don't kiss whores Rachel thinks, sighing and pushing down on the girl's head. Taking the cue, the girl begins to kiss her way down Rachel's body. Rachel closes her eyes, and tries to focus on the moment-the stimulation-and ignore everything else. The prostitute kisses each of Rachel's nipples, and then licks between her breasts. "Keep going" Rachel says, irritated at how long this is taking. The girl kisses her way down Rachel's belly, and gently kisses Rachel's mound. Rachel moans, in part to encourage the girl. The prostitute begins to lick and suck on Rachel's lips, her tongue probing inside Rachel. Rachel reaches down and massages her clit, hoping to hurry this along. The girl surprises Rachel by batting her hand away and sucking on Rachel's clit, her tongue flicking over the button. Rachel moans louder, this time involuntarily. "Faster" Rachel says, holding onto the whore's head and grinding against her.

Rachel is surprised a second time when the girl starts to roll Rachel over. This time, Rachel takes the hint and gets on her hands and knees, her face in the sheets. Rachel feels hands spread her ass cheeks, and a wet tongue lick her backdoor. She sighs, clutching the sheets. The prostitute manipulates Rachel's pussy lips and clit with her thumb, rubbing circles over Rachel's button as her tongue attacks Rachel's ass. Fuck, she's more skilled than I gave her credit for Rachel thinks. It isn't long before Rachel comes, hard, collapsing into the sheets, limbs quivering. The whore spoons her from behind, kissing her neck and stroking her legs.

After Rachel recovers, she gets off the bed, and fishes out a handful of assignats from a drawer in the dresser. She picks up the whore's clothes, and throws the clothing and the assignats at the girl.

"Thanks. Get out" Rachel says matter of factly as she dresses. The sun is now behind the skyline: daylight is disappearing rapidly. The prostitute dresses and exits the room silently. Rachel forgets about her just as quickly.

Rachel is thirsty. It's time.

She kneels before the large wooden chest at the foot of the bed. Were it not reinforced with iron bands, it would appear like any other chest. Rachel undoes the four different locks holding it shut, and opens the lid. She looks down at the contents with disdain.

Inside, a woman is bound in silver chains, a gag in her mouth. The captive is emaciated and gaunt, but her eyes are fiery with hatred. Her skin is covered in cuts. Rachel smiles coldly.

"Good evening, Katalin!" Rachel says mockingly. Rachel pulls a knife from her pocket, and makes an incision on the woman's upper arm. She bends to suck on the wound, drinking the potent vampiric blood. Immediately, she feels the power coursing through her. At first the blood made her heart, drunk, but Rachel's tolerance has increased. She worries sometimes that she is addicted to the blood, to how it makes her feel. Strong, young, courageous. She worries about the other...feelings...it engenders: despotism, vengefulness, cruelty.

Rachel assures herself that once Elizabeth and her brood are destroyed, she'll no longer need to drink the vampire blood. After over a hundred years, deep down, she isn't sure.

Rachel removes Katalin's gag, carefully avoiding the vampiress' fangs, even though in her weakened state she isn't much of a threat. Rachel feeds Katalin a few ounces of pig blood she got from a butcher-just enough to sustain her. At first, Katalin would refuse to drink animal blood, but she broke. Just like I'll break Elizabeth Rachel thinks.

Rachel restores the gag, closes the lid and does the locks. She picks up her bag of weapons and leaves the room, exiting onto what is now a dark street.