At first, it wasn't so bad. She would press her cold lips against you, kissing your neck and torso. It began to get worse when she found the pendant that Elena had given you among your belongings.
"What's this, Drago? Found another lover?" she asked, furious. Her voice had changed from the raspy, quiet whisper when you had met her again. You could smell your mother's blood on her breath. "Should I find her and kill her? Give her the same gift you gave me? No...I'll make you forget about her."
Crushing the pendant with one hand, she stripped off your breeches with the other, the last of your clothing. She began her kissing as usual, then moved lower and lower. Unwillingly, your member stiffened as she wrapped her lips around it. The cold saliva made it uncomfortable, but it also felt as liberating as if you were breaking a taboo. Then she pressed her teeth against it, making you seize up. For better or worse, she finished up, licking your seed off her pale lips.
"It'll be better once your mother finishes what she started," she said coyly before leaving you hanging from the wall stark naked.
As she fed on the blood of your mother more, she became more voracious for sex. Yet, some of her beauty returned in the process. Every day she would strip off her clothing and mount you against the wall, the soft hairs of her nethers stroking your sex. But she was still dead, without fluid. The sex was passionate and feral, but it chafed, it cut, it bled. Aliethia seemed to take delight in seeing you bleed.
A few days ago, your mother stopped visiting and your thirst burned within you. It was only Aliethia now. And she stayed from dusk until dawn, satiating her desires. "Tomorrow will be the last night we do this. Tomorrow you will die and I will be whole again, my love. I will find this Elena and I will tell her all about our time together, about how you f~+@ed me and forgot all about her."
When she left for the last time, you heard a whisper from a neighboring cell. You had heard the "guests" your mother kept on occasion, screaming and groaning. But this whisper seemed to call your name.
When the strange zombie left the other cell, you decided to see who was visited with such misfortunes. A naked dhampir hung there with a single word carved into his chest with jagged letters: "Drago".
"Who, who's there?" Drago asked in a haze.
"Depends............. on your definition." Drago managed to say.
"Yes. What's it to you? Are you another one of Mother's agents sent to torture me?" Given the recent events, it was understandable he'd be suspiscious.
You begin to hear chains rattling and calls of "help us" echoing throughout the chamber.
"Well that, we can agree to. Okay then, get me loose."
"Free us, you bastards!" you hear a deep, growling voice yell. "We'll fight for you. You stand a better chance with us!"
The rattling of the chains grows louder.
"No I'm not, but I have other means to fight. Now, let's find my gear and get the hells out of here."
Several chests rest against the wall, secured by rusted locks.
After getting his bearings, Drago started towards one of the chests. Then he saw the Elven woman. Before he even realized it, the thurst took a hold of him, causing to rush in an bite into her throat and partake of her virtually immortal blood. He drained her completely. Licking his lips afterwards, he let out a satisfied sigh and went to one of the chests. "This one I believe."
The two humans do not answer, but the gnome, whose face is scarred, looks at Mortimus. "I can find traps and I'm handy with a blade or whatever else you give me."
Shaggy orange hair, reminiscent of a phoenix, hangs about the gnome's face. "The name is Ylrhea, an uncommon thief."
You determine that she is female, but she has a very hardened look to her. "Even if you don't want me tagging along, just hand me one of those bone slivers off the ground and I'll be on my way."
It's evident that Ylrhea is at a disadvantage as she is chained off of the ground.
The bugbear quickly wraps his meaty arms around the human's neck and snaps it effortlessly.
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"It doesn't matter," the human mutters. "I'm just a merchant like the one your pet just killed."
The bugbear bristles at the suggestion. "You want me to kill him too?"
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The live human is horrified. "B-bilsen..."
"My name? Grawfir," the bugbear growls, nonplussed.
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Ylrhea finishes picking the rest of the locks on the chests. She shoves a vicious-looking dagger in her belt. "Take a look around because we aren't going through this door here. I heard the portly bastard say there's a tunnel where they dump the bodies."
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Getting his gear from one of the chests and putting it on, Drago turned to the rest. "I am now." He answered the man who freed him. [b]"Any idea where this tunnel is located?"
"There's supposed to be a loose stone on one of these walls," the gnome grunts. "Not like I could watch Ixen or whatever-his-name was from my cell."
Mortimus quickly locates a stone on the far wall that doesn't appear to belong there.
Ylrhea lets out an audible snort before pressing in the stone. The wall swings inward, the smell of rotting flesh causing her to cough. "Should be your guys' cup of tea in there."
"You, Grawfir, take point." Drago commanded.
The bugbear wrinkles its nose at Drago. "And who the hell do you think you are?! You didn't free me, he did."
He jerks a thumb at Mortimus. "If he tells me to take point, that's when I'll take point. Not when some mewling half-vampire who's so addled he had to carve his name in his chest to remember it tells me to."
Ylrhea brushes her hair back from her eyes. "How about I take point since I can deal with traps? You can shove 'Meaty' here up front if we run into something."
Ylrhea shrugs as the zombie shambles toward her. "Whatever. As long as we get out of here alive."
She steps forward into the passage. "There's a pretty steep drop here. Looks sloped though, so be careful."
"Fine," Drago says to the hulking creature, then sweeps his hand to the entrance and says, "Shall we?" then proceeds down the tunnel.
You hear a call back from the tunnel. "Somebody grab a torch or something, it's pitch black down here."
Ylrhea quickly darts out of the darkness and grabs the ring. "Of course, good sir, I wouldn't dare dream of keeping it."