Chaper 9

I hadn't planned on an opening show, but she made it so hard to pull her away. Over the last year, one of the details I hadn't learned about her was that she's also into women, and it took me by surprise. She fucking loved watching Elder Vanessa fuck herself with her fingers, and she was completely consumed by it when I made her taste herself, sucking her sweet juices off of my fingers.

We'll look at it as a warm up, or an opening show to the real thing. I was unsure whether or not she'd be able to handle my second trial, but now I'm confident she can do it. The third trial is still questionable, but she has a taste for blood now. She's that much closer to giving in now than she was at the beginning of the night.

Members of The Exodus must possess the desire for sex, wealth, and blood. Some of us indulge in the liquid once every ten years, while others drink it in the same way most closet-alcoholic soccer moms partake in a half a bottle of wine every night. We just hide it better.

She already has the wealth, and with my help, she can make investments that'll quadruple her assets in no time. Spending money to make money is one of my many talents.

Sex came easily. My girl is a horny little thing. The fucking I gave her in the forest would have been more than enough to satisfy most women, but not her. She was so goddamn eager to come again when Vanessa crossed paths with her eyes. I can't blame her. Vanessa is fucking sexy with that tight little body, perky tits, and thick ass. The audience they built did wonders for Isabelle's ego. It's not very often The Exodus has the opportunity to watch two of the hottest girls in Colorado play with themselves and come for us. Isabelle was so lost in the moment she didn't notice the crowd as it grew around us, but I have to admit I struggled to maintain focus while I watched her. My eyes never left her, but I was well aware of what was happening in the room.

Blood is an acquired taste. She's well on her way to craving it. I watched her eyes roll behind her skull as she sucked my fingers clean. Mixing pleasure with blood triggers a response in her brain. I'm training her to love the taste and the high that comes with it. She'll be blood thirsty and needy before she even realizes it.

Isabelle's hand is wrapped tightly around my arm as I lead her out of the main room and down a maze of halls. Her breathing is ragged, growing louder as we walk and the anticipation heats up.

I make a right turn through a set of solid black doors. We're stopped immediately once we're through the doors, met by two men in black.

I nod to them, acknowledging their presence before saying, "We have a reservation at midnight. It's under Elder Grey ."

Isabelle glances up at me, and I know she's wondering what we're doing here.

One of the men pulls out his clipboard, searching for my name and quickly finding it. He gives the other attendant a look, and the attendant turns to open a cabinet behind him. Pulling out a silver platter, he holds it in front of Isabelle, offering it to her. His head bows slightly before raising his hand to the lid, removing it and revealing a small purple pill in the center of the platter. She gives me a look, holding her hand to her chest.

"What is that?" There's worry in her voice.

"Take it," I command, giving no sign of weakness in my voice.

Isabelle's tone nearly sends me into a rage. "I don't know what this is. Why would I take it?"

Faster than she can react, I strike my hand toward her, grabbing her throat as I lift her off the floor. Her hands wrap around my forearm as I raise her. She's gasping for air, and the fear has returned to her eyes. I can tell she doesn't fully trust me yet, but she will. By the end of the night, she'll be in the palm of my hand.

"Take it," I spit, bringing my face dangerously closer to hers. An elder cannot be anything other than dominating and powerful, especially in the presence of other Exodus members. "Do as you're told."

"G-Grey," she stutters, struggling to get her feet beneath her.

I pluck the pill off the plate, shoving it into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes are wide, and she nearly gags on my fingers as I force them into her. Both attendants are silent as they watch us, waiting patiently for her to ingest the pill.

I release her and she falls to her knees, gasping for air. Her hands are at her throat, and she glares up at me in disbelief. My face remains hard even though I want to tell her it'll be worth it and to push through to the end.

"Get up," I say as I snap my fingers. "They'll be waiting for you inside."

Isabelle staggers to her feet, and the hate is clear in her eyes when she looks at me. I can't help but crack a smile. If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now.

"I can't wait to see what you can do." I wink as I hold her chin between my fingers, raising her head to mine. "I'll see you on the other side."

The effects of the pill are already setting in. Her pupils are dilating and she's swaying ever so slightly. The attendants take her by both arms, rotating her body and walking her through a set of doors. I walk down a short hallway, then turn and walk through a set of glass doors at the end.

Opening them, I'm met by at least a dozen Elders, all seated and waiting for the show to begin. We've each brought someone here, and The Exodus has been kind enough to allow unsuspecting party-goers in with them. The Elders are elevated, giving us a better view. A set of stairs gives us access to the floor below where our guests are, but the staff has been instructed to only allow Elders to use them.

I pass by several peers, nodding to them as I walk. Each chair resembles a throne, perfectly crafted for the kings they seat. There's an open throne in the center of the balcony, and I take it, folding my hands in my lap as I sit back and wait for the show to begin.