Status: Finished.
Give Me Envy, Give Me Malice, Give Me Your Attention
Chapter Thirteen
“You fucking bitch!” Beckett spat, backhanding Anna again on the cheek. “Why, huh? I let you stay here, give you a comfortable room, a whole city full of potential victims, and all I ask is you stay away from me and my clan! Is that too much to ask?”
Anna’s lip quivered but she didn’t have an answer, so she remained silent. This tactic, however, resulted in another blow to the head.
“Answer me!” he screamed, as the tears of pain finally escaped her eyelashes.
He wasn’t always like this. This was vampire at its grandest. The thing about having so much power as a vampire was that the evil, monstrous aspects of the title also came stronger. William Beckett was such a powerful vampire, he had great control over that demon, because as a human he was so calm, collected, and understanding. Being bitten, regardless of what anyone else might say, had destroyed the good kid that William Beckett had been. Arianna Thorn threatened his relationship with his lover, and therefore posed as a threat to him. The vampire in him would stop at nothing to tear that threat to shreds.
“How was I supposed to know these rules?” Anna whispered fiercely. “I woke up alone, with no clue what was going on, just having to fend for myself. No one spoke to me for six months, Beckett. Six months. Loneliness, silence, painful existence. I was a ghost, what was my reason for even still being alive?”
“And what happened after those six months?” Beckett’s tone changed to taunting. “Is that when Ryan took pity on you?”
She lowered her eyes, but in his distaste Beckett picked her up by her jacket as if she weighed nothing and threw her effortlessly against the opposite wall. She groaned slightly from the collision.
“Tell me, Anna, does he look after you? Does he protect you? Does he hold you, and kiss you, and touch you? Does he want you? Does he love you?”
A dry lump rose in her throat and she once again didn’t answer, this time squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation of the pain she knew would soon come. Instead, however, she found William’s face right next to her ear, whispering still in that taunting tone and sending horrible, disgustingly pleasurable shivers down her spine.
“Well where is he now, hmm? Where is he to protect you from me doing this?”
And with that he hit her again, this time more forcefully and painfully than before. In stark, unexpected contrast, he then took her chin in his long thin fingers and turned her face upwards so she was looking him in the eye. The vampire in him was still fully controlling, the tears racing down her face not evoking even a spark of sympathy. Quickly leaning down, he watched her gulp with a masochistic smirk on his face as his lips lingered a centimeter from hers.
“Does he make you feel like this, Anna?” he sneered.
She closed her eyes and didn’t answer, knowing that the truth was what she couldn’t bear to acknowledge. In a swift movement, William connected their lips and kissed her forcefully, running his finger along her arm. She didn’t kiss him back, but she couldn’t deny the goosebumps he was raising on her arm or the ecstasy unleashing itself inside her.
“Whose kisses feel best?”
He pecked her again on the lips, loving the feeling of knowing that he was destroying her.
“Answer me!” he hissed, clawing and scratching excruciatingly at the bite marks on her neck he had made but a year before. “Does he make you feel as good as I make you feel?”
“No,” she whimpered, hating every inch of her useless being.
“Didn’t think so,” he smirked, grabbing her by the waist and forcing her body to face him. He kissed her again teasingly and tossed her crying form to the ground.
“Do you think of me when you kiss him?” he continued, ignoring – no, extracting pleasure from – the personified agony and despair she was before him. “Do you wish it was me when he fucks you?”
She refused to let herself speak. She wouldn’t let him get every confession he wanted out of this inhumane form of torture. Biting her lip to keep from whimpering, she simply watched as he hit her over and over again, the pain no longer anything but a sting compared to the wreck she was inside. She just waited for it to end, one way or another.
He was leaning over her, another sick smirk on his face, when her door burst open. Beckett lowered his arm and his smile dropped into an annoyed snarl as he looked over his shoulder at the intruders.
“William!” Chiz exclaimed, sprinting across the room to get a hold of his ‘old friend’. Chiz’s muscles flexed impressively as he hauled Beckett over to the other side of the room, the stronger vampire unsure of whether he wanted his friend to stop him or not.
Travis immediately made his way over to Anna, who had curled her self up into a ball of self-shame against the curtain.
“Anna…” he started, trying not to visibly flinch at the obvious cuts and bruises vandalizing her usually vampirically perfect body. The only response he got was a sniff and a sob, her face invisible and tucked against her legs.
William Beckett wasn’t quite sure what was going on. The internal battle between person and vampire was full of metaphorical bloodshed, the two sides fighting for control of the powerful being they possessed. William Eugene Beckett the person would never have hit a woman in his life, no matter how irritating she was. Dandy vampire Beckett had no mercy for anyone who stood in his way. Anna Thorn stood in his way. She seemed to be the only thing that had ever persuaded him from his path and allowed him to lose control of the monster inside. Unintentionally, but she still did. But how could he do that to someone? To anyone?
Unable to handle the mixture of emotions warring inside him, William Beckett turned away, shock on his face at what he’d done, and fled the room. 'I need to get out of here…'
“Anna, are you okay?” Chiz and Travis continually questioned, but she refused to answer. She didn’t deserve their care. After a few minutes of silently asking each other what to do, they scooped her up and put her in bed, tucking the covers tightly around her but not so much that it would aggravate her recently acquired wounds. With an inaudibly mumbled ‘thank you’, Anna turned her back on them to face the window on the other side of the room, eventually falling into a deep sleep, unknowing of whether or not her friends left her like she wished they would.
Anna’s lip quivered but she didn’t have an answer, so she remained silent. This tactic, however, resulted in another blow to the head.
“Answer me!” he screamed, as the tears of pain finally escaped her eyelashes.
He wasn’t always like this. This was vampire at its grandest. The thing about having so much power as a vampire was that the evil, monstrous aspects of the title also came stronger. William Beckett was such a powerful vampire, he had great control over that demon, because as a human he was so calm, collected, and understanding. Being bitten, regardless of what anyone else might say, had destroyed the good kid that William Beckett had been. Arianna Thorn threatened his relationship with his lover, and therefore posed as a threat to him. The vampire in him would stop at nothing to tear that threat to shreds.
“How was I supposed to know these rules?” Anna whispered fiercely. “I woke up alone, with no clue what was going on, just having to fend for myself. No one spoke to me for six months, Beckett. Six months. Loneliness, silence, painful existence. I was a ghost, what was my reason for even still being alive?”
“And what happened after those six months?” Beckett’s tone changed to taunting. “Is that when Ryan took pity on you?”
She lowered her eyes, but in his distaste Beckett picked her up by her jacket as if she weighed nothing and threw her effortlessly against the opposite wall. She groaned slightly from the collision.
“Tell me, Anna, does he look after you? Does he protect you? Does he hold you, and kiss you, and touch you? Does he want you? Does he love you?”
A dry lump rose in her throat and she once again didn’t answer, this time squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation of the pain she knew would soon come. Instead, however, she found William’s face right next to her ear, whispering still in that taunting tone and sending horrible, disgustingly pleasurable shivers down her spine.
“Well where is he now, hmm? Where is he to protect you from me doing this?”
And with that he hit her again, this time more forcefully and painfully than before. In stark, unexpected contrast, he then took her chin in his long thin fingers and turned her face upwards so she was looking him in the eye. The vampire in him was still fully controlling, the tears racing down her face not evoking even a spark of sympathy. Quickly leaning down, he watched her gulp with a masochistic smirk on his face as his lips lingered a centimeter from hers.
“Does he make you feel like this, Anna?” he sneered.
She closed her eyes and didn’t answer, knowing that the truth was what she couldn’t bear to acknowledge. In a swift movement, William connected their lips and kissed her forcefully, running his finger along her arm. She didn’t kiss him back, but she couldn’t deny the goosebumps he was raising on her arm or the ecstasy unleashing itself inside her.
“Whose kisses feel best?”
He pecked her again on the lips, loving the feeling of knowing that he was destroying her.
“Answer me!” he hissed, clawing and scratching excruciatingly at the bite marks on her neck he had made but a year before. “Does he make you feel as good as I make you feel?”
“No,” she whimpered, hating every inch of her useless being.
“Didn’t think so,” he smirked, grabbing her by the waist and forcing her body to face him. He kissed her again teasingly and tossed her crying form to the ground.
“Do you think of me when you kiss him?” he continued, ignoring – no, extracting pleasure from – the personified agony and despair she was before him. “Do you wish it was me when he fucks you?”
She refused to let herself speak. She wouldn’t let him get every confession he wanted out of this inhumane form of torture. Biting her lip to keep from whimpering, she simply watched as he hit her over and over again, the pain no longer anything but a sting compared to the wreck she was inside. She just waited for it to end, one way or another.
He was leaning over her, another sick smirk on his face, when her door burst open. Beckett lowered his arm and his smile dropped into an annoyed snarl as he looked over his shoulder at the intruders.
“William!” Chiz exclaimed, sprinting across the room to get a hold of his ‘old friend’. Chiz’s muscles flexed impressively as he hauled Beckett over to the other side of the room, the stronger vampire unsure of whether he wanted his friend to stop him or not.
Travis immediately made his way over to Anna, who had curled her self up into a ball of self-shame against the curtain.
“Anna…” he started, trying not to visibly flinch at the obvious cuts and bruises vandalizing her usually vampirically perfect body. The only response he got was a sniff and a sob, her face invisible and tucked against her legs.
William Beckett wasn’t quite sure what was going on. The internal battle between person and vampire was full of metaphorical bloodshed, the two sides fighting for control of the powerful being they possessed. William Eugene Beckett the person would never have hit a woman in his life, no matter how irritating she was. Dandy vampire Beckett had no mercy for anyone who stood in his way. Anna Thorn stood in his way. She seemed to be the only thing that had ever persuaded him from his path and allowed him to lose control of the monster inside. Unintentionally, but she still did. But how could he do that to someone? To anyone?
Unable to handle the mixture of emotions warring inside him, William Beckett turned away, shock on his face at what he’d done, and fled the room. 'I need to get out of here…'
“Anna, are you okay?” Chiz and Travis continually questioned, but she refused to answer. She didn’t deserve their care. After a few minutes of silently asking each other what to do, they scooped her up and put her in bed, tucking the covers tightly around her but not so much that it would aggravate her recently acquired wounds. With an inaudibly mumbled ‘thank you’, Anna turned her back on them to face the window on the other side of the room, eventually falling into a deep sleep, unknowing of whether or not her friends left her like she wished they would.