THE END OF YOU! [LUKE]

[SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN]

A cold gust of wind blew through the trees of that calm neighborhood, letting out a sound that would help people fall asleep faster. The night was perfect for resting, the wind was far stronger than it had been, maybe signing a possible rain that approached. The street lights were on, illuminating the path of those who liked to walk at dark hours such as this. But soon the wind ceased to blow and the street lights began to flicker. The slender silhouette of a woman could be seen walking in the middle of the street, as one of the flickering lights shone upon her face an insolent smile could be seen, her eyes seemed to sparkle in excitement. As she walked in an exuberant manner towards the home she had been assigned to visit, her blond curls bounced behind her back. The sound of her high heels clicking against the cement were about the only noise one could hear at the street since all the sound had mysteriously been muffled. Shortly afterwards Samara stood in front of the home she had been ordered by the queen to be paying a visit. With the same insolent expression plastered upon her face, she walked towards the front door. A blue electric orb began to dance around on the palm of Samara’s hand as she approached the front door. ” Aperire! she chanted and the door flung itself open, revealing the interior of the home.

Samara smiled in confidence as she entered the home, with her electric orb, her most potent weapon, floating around following her hand’s every single movement. As her blue eyes came across a much angered male, the witch tilted her head to the side and spoke. “An invitation wasn’t necessary.” she spoke and by a swift wiggle of her fingers, the electric orb increased in size and became brighter. “I’m Samara and from what I was told you are….Luke? Am I correct? Hmm… but Luke is a wee bit infantile considering your age isn’t it? You should consider getting your name changed.” she spoke arrogantly, confronting the vampire as if she were his equal.

[LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON]

Luke poured himself a glass of blood and took a sip, letting the liquid run down his throat before he walked into the living room and placed the glass on the coffee table that was placed in between two couches. He was expecting a visitor, he had been since the night he had drained a load of innocent people in the arcades. Luke knew that the monarchy would be sending someone after him at some point, it was just a matter of time. A sigh escaped his lips as he sat down on one of the couches, he knew that he deserved to be punished but that didn't mean he was just going to let it happen. He would put up a fight if he felt it was needed.

There was a loud thud as the door flung open and slammed into the wall. Luke instantly stood up and clenched his fists. He was ready for this. It was time to go down fighting. Then he saw the woman and his eyes widened, he knew exactly who she was. This woman was Lord Heathcliffe's most trusted assassin and, as far as Luke knew, having her there to kick his ass definitely wasn't good. He gulped a little as Samara tilted her head and began speaking, his eyes fixed on the electric orb in her hand, “An invitation wasn’t necessary.” Merely nodding Luke stepped back slightly, “I’m Samara and from what I was told you are….Luke? Am I correct? Hmm… but Luke is a wee bit infantile considering your age isn’t it? You should consider getting your name changed.”

Luke laughed slightly before looking at her face and realising this wasn't a time for joking around, "my father called me Lucas. I hated that name." He stared at her and frowned slightly, "who sent you here, Sparky? Was it the King or his pathetic wife?" Luke's arrogance was getting the better of him and even though he knew that it would be best to be polite and respectful, he really didn't seem to care at that moment.

[SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN]

“Hmm… fathers are death. I know mine was.” Samara sighed as a quick flash of her bible freak of a father crept back into her mind. Oh how she hated that man. But she regained her focus and full attention of the situation she was in once Luke spoke once again, this time speaking ill of the Queen. If he had called the King pathetic, Samara would have used an electric blast to decapitate Luke, but seeing that Samara wasn’t all that close with the queen, she wouldn’t take things to such an extreme point. But still, she was loyal to the Monarchy and therefore the Queen, so punishing the vampire of his words would also be an excuse for the things Samara had in mind for the two of them. “You know…I could take you out right now just because of your unfortunately choice of words, but I wanna play around with you for as long as I can. You have no idea of the things I have planned for the two of us tonight Luke.” she smiled broadly and the lights in the room began to flicker.

“Sigillum introitus!” she waved her left hand and the door flung itself shut and an invisible barrier blocked each of the entrances of the house. In order to do all the things Samara had in mind for Luke‘s torture session , no one could interrupt them.“So do you wanna put up a fight? Or should I just take you down right now?” she spoke in a mocking tone, bringing her right hand, the one holding the electric ball, close to her chest and placed her left hand on top of the electric orb, making it even brighter. The bright flashes of the orb shone against her pale skin, revealing her blissful expression. If there was one thing that Samara loved was torture and the more the vampire wanted to put up a fight, the more fun the witch had.

[LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON]

“You know…I could take you out right now just because of your unfortunately choice of words, but I wanna play around with you for as long as I can. You have no idea of the things I have planned for the two of us tonight Luke.” Luke raised an eyebrow as he stared at her, "bitch, please." He found it highly amusing that this female was trying to be the big one in this fight. Sure she was the best assassin that the monarchy had right now, but he wasn't scared of her... much... All she had shown him so far was that she could control electricity. How exciting.

“Sigillum introitus!” His eyes glanced at the door as it slammed shut, his eyes widening slightly with his eyebrows raising as he looked back at Samara, wondering what her next move would be. They were alone in the house, anything could happen. So do you wanna put up a fight? Or should I just take you down right now?” Luke stared at her as she played with her electric ball, making it brighter, then he just burst into laughter for a few seconds before looking at her with a serious expression. "You're funny. Why don't you take a seat and i'll tell you how we're gonna play this game, because in my house you play by my rules, Sparky." He winked as he took a step closer to her.

[SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN]

Pure sense of confidence could be heard in Samara’s voice as she spoke. Anyone eavesdropping on their conversation would come to the conclusion that Samara thought of herself as superior as the vampire she had been sent to punish. The fact that Luke’s age in numbers was far greater than her own did not give the witch the slightest bit of concern. Surely Luke Johnson in the thousand years of his existence had never seen a human woman stand up to him in such a petulant manner, knowing of his true nature and the dangers of upsetting him. But Samara thought of herself as someone greater and superior than the other women. She stood still as Luke spoke, mockery could be heard in his words. Surely he had no idea of ALL the things Samara could do to him, in fact of all the things she was set on doing to him. After the vampire spoke yet again, Samara tilted her head to the side and by quickly flickering her fingers, and the electric orb vanished. “You know what??? Why don’t we save the fireworks for later? After all in order to cut and burn that delicious body of yours I’m gonna need all my fuel.” she chuckled and lowered her hands to rest by her sides. Closing her eyes, Samara began to chant, soon the house began to tremble as if an earthquake was happening. “Tenebrae obedieritis mihi vires!” Samara chanted loudly, causing the lights to flicker. Soon what seemed like two large and thick serpent-like creatures began to circle beneath the witch’s feet.

With a sinister smile plastered upon her face, Samara opened her eyes and looked deep into Luke’s piercing blue eyes. “Inferiore bestia liberare! She shouted and a violent gust of wind began to blow around the house, even though the windows and other entrances had been magically sealed. After her chant the spot on which Samara stood cracked and soon two large snake-like silhouettes, surrounded by thin electric bolts lunged themselves towards Luke. Samara was certain that would be enough to stun him and silver him so the torture could begin. Outwitting dark magic such as that was nearly impossible.

[LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON]

The female's head tilted to one side and so did Luke's, his eyes watching as she made the electric orb disappear. Maybe the party was over. “You know what??? Why don’t we save the fireworks for later? After all in order to cut and burn that delicious body of yours I’m gonna need all my fuel.” Aparently not. Luke smiled and began walking around the room as the witch began to chant, unfortunately walking wasn't the best option when the house began to shake as though they were caught in an earthquake. Samara continued to chant but Luke wasn't paying attention to her or the fact the lights were flickering, he was just trying to find a way out of this house. It wasn't exactly the best of situations to be in. His head turned and his eyes fixed on the female as two serpant like creatures appeared and began to circle her feet. This wasn't god. Not at all.

Luke stared into her eyes, waiting for her next move, which was apparently a violent gust of wind which began to blow around almost knocking Luke of his feet. The fact he was a vampire was the only thing allowing him to stand, considering they had very good balance. He found himself shaking his head slightly as the wind died down but he didn't have much time to get back to concentrating on the witch befor two snake like creatures lunged at him. A scream escaped his mouth as they hit him full force and he dropped to his knees, his eyes looking up at Samara. Only a few words managed to escape his lips as he tried to deal with the pain that had been put upon him, "have mercy... please..."

[SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN]

Not too sound too egotistical, but Samara wasn’t surprised that her magical performance had worked. She wasn’t shocked that her invisible serpents managed to hit Luke with enough force to pin him down on the ground, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t pleased or excited. An expression of pure delight appeared on her face as she looked down upon the vampire. The sound of his voice asking for mercy made the witch close her eyes and smile. Oh how she adored all of that! “Already? Boy I must say I thought you were more badass. Well… letting you go now would not be fun would it? After all we are just starting and the sun didn’t even rise.” she grinned and reached for something inside her pockets. In a short while, Samara had a few thin silver chains and just by looking at them they wrapped themselves around Luke’s limbs and neck before their ends plunged the very floor on which the vampire was lying down, in order to prevent him from escaping. Samara’s smile just got wider as she could hear the sizzling sound of the vampire’s skin in contact with the silver chains. “You know…the king had often snapped at me because I tend to get to inappropriate with those whom I torture, but this time I will have to take the risk… I mean look at you…. You’re f#cking gorgeous!” she said tugging a strand of her blond hair behind her ear before she kneeled down next to Luke.

“I wonder what beauties these clothes are hiding.” Samara shot a indecent smile at Luke. Surely he never thought a woman would be doing that to him. By simply waving her hand, Samara managed to remove all of Luke’s clothing, except for his boxers, after all this wasn’t rape. Pulling a sharp athame from her Jacket’s inner pocket, Samara started to run her fingers through Luke’s soft hair. “Just try to relax…” she chuckled and lowered the knife to his muscular abs. Taking a seat on top of Luke’s lower regions, Samara looked deeply into his eyes. “Oh… did I mention the knife is made out of silver… a present from the king himself.” she smiled broadly before lowering the knife to touch the vampire’s skin. As she started to make several cuts, she placed another hand in between his muscular breasts letting out medium voltage bolts. The sound of her laughter only proved how right those doctors at the asylum were to keep her far away from the other patients.

[LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON]

“Already? Boy I must say I thought you were more badass. Well… letting you go now would not be fun would it? After all we are just starting and the sun didn’t even rise.” Luke's eyes widened as he stared at her, watching as she took some silver chains out of her pocket. Without even managing to think about moving he suddenly found himself at her mercy once again, the silver burning into his flesh as they pinned him to the ground. There was nothing he could do now. No screams escaped his lips this time, there was just a pained expression on his face as the silver continued to burn away as his skin and he listened to Samara, his eyes fixed on her as she spoke. “You know…the king had often snapped at me because I tend to get to inappropriate with those whom I torture, but this time I will have to take the risk… I mean look at you…. You’re f#cking gorgeous!” His eyebrows raised a little as she knelt down next to him. Things just got interesting on a whole different level.

“I wonder what beauties these clothes are hiding.” Blood tears began to form in his eyes as he stared at her, the pain of the silver still bothering him. Then suddenly he found himself being stripped of everything but his boxers and he really couldn't help but wonder what was going one. Of course, even at this moment in time with the silver burning deeper into him, he couldn't help but want to have sex with this woman. She was fairly beautiful and fiesty, both of the things Luke liked in a woman. Then Samara took a knife out and the whole thought of her killing him came back, his eyes still fixed on her as she ran her fingers through his hair and spoke again, “Just try to relax…” Relax? How the heck could he relax? And then she took a seat on his lower regions and he thought that worked, now he was definitely relaxing... Getting excited, and she could probably feel that, but definitely relaxing...

“Oh… did I mention the knife is made out of silver… a present from the king himself.” He didn't care. Even as she cut him an the silver knife as well as the silver chains burnt into his skin and put him through intense pain, he didn't care. Death seemed good when a woman was sat where Samara was. His eyes closed as she placed her hand on his chest and sent some electricty running through his body, the pained expression on his face coming back as she did so. Finally though he worked up enough courage to speak, "it's not fair... that you see me like this... when I can't see what you... look like." A small smirk crossing his face as he opened his eyes and looked directly into hers. "I should be allowed a dying wish... and I want to see what's under your clothes."

[SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN]

It amazed Samara how much she was enjoying this. Making an old vampire like Luke suffer was much more entertaining than torturing a newbie who cried all the way through the session. But Luke was being tough, Samara could see that he was in pain, but he wasn’t being a bitch about it. The sound of him grunting out of pain made her Samara want to do it even more, push her limits even further. She was in perfect control of her active power and was also focused on holding the silver chains down just by thinking about them. Then suddenly she felt a movement underneath her. She bit her bottom lip and smirked at a clear stiffness began to happen. “Now….now you’re a box full of surprises aren’t you.?” she spoke in a teasing manner and ceased the electrocution for a short while. The witch looked rather pleased at whatever was rubbing itself against hers, surely she didn’t expect things would turn out that way, but if Luke found her methods stimulating, he was in for a treat. Her heart began to beat faster as Luke’s body tensed up against hers, the cloth of the underwear Samara forgot to remove was about the only the only thing keeping Luke’s organ from doing what it clearly wanted to do.

As Luke spoke it became even more clear that he was liking that. Samara expected everything but being assigned to torture a sadomasochist, those were always the trickiest of people. Being as twisted as she was Samara could think of a way or two to make all that interesting for the both of them. But being the way she was, she enjoyed a well performed foreplay, although to her the term and act of foreplay was “slightly”
different from what average people would expect. With an insolent smile on her face, Samara leaned in, pressing her breasts against Luke’s naked muscular and somewhat bloody chest. She placed the dagger on the side and moved both hands to the man’s shoulder. She kept on her smile as she moved her face down to the side by the vampire’s left ear. “Silly little boy!” she began and nibbled on his earlobe. “ You have no idea of the things I would do to you… actually I’ll show you. It will hurt at first, but you’ll get used to it.” she spoke before nibbling on his earlobe yet again. “Then you’ll start to like it.” she spoke teasingly and ran her fingers down Luke’s muscular chest until her hands were inside his boxers. A wide and malicious grin appeared on Samara’s face once she had a firm grasp of Luke’s erect organ. Seconds afterwards the buzzing sounds of electricity could be heard as a blue beams of light flashed through the small pores of the fabric. That was without a doubt interesting. After all not many men would put up with what Samara was doing, let alone enjoy it. As she laughed madly , apparently pleased with herself, Samara lost focus on the end of the silver chains she had telekinetically pinned down to the ground which prevented Luke from moving and by that removing the silver chains from him.

[LUKE ANDREW JOHNSON]

Luke's mind went blank once he had finished speaking, probably because the witch was now pressing against him and speaking in his ear... Oh and there was the nibbling in between... It was quite a surprising turn of events, one second Samara was going to kick his ass and then the next, well, the next second things were getting a little sexy. The witch's hands were in his boxers, one of them taking hold of his manhood, and Luke thought that he was in heaven right about now. Of course that was when the electricity jolted through his body and he knew things weren't going to be simple. Although he could feel the chains loosening and if he managed to get out of them then he would have the advantage, for a few moments at least.

Sure enough the vampire found himself being freed and as soon as that happened he pinned the witch to the floor using vampire speed, his body pressing into hers as he stared into her eyes, the wounds from the silver beginning to heal slowly. "I told you that it wasn't fair. First you got me near enough naked, then you decided to touch a very private part of me, not that i'm complaining, and all through that, your little electric foreplay just made me realize that I don't get much." He softly kissed her lips as one hand crept under her top and took a firm grasp on one of her breasts, "so now it's my turn to do things and the fact you made me excited isn't helping you at all." Without much thought he removed all of her clothes except from her underwear, then his lips began kissing her neck as he began to want her more and more, both of his hands firmly grasping onto her breasts.

[SAMARA BRIDGET BERRIGAN]

The situation changed a whole lot more. One minute Samara was in control, doing whatever she pleased with a hot vampire who was silvered down to the ground, then the next the witch was the one pinned down and the vampire she was enjoying teasing with her stinging and burning power had the upper hand. Samara bit her bottom lip as she felt Luke pressing his body against hers, his bulging manhood pulsing due to a combination of lust and the electric session it had been put through. A provocative smile appeared on Samara’s glossy lips as Luke spoke, pointing out that he was pleased with the turn of these events, or at least that’s what Samara was able to interpret. The witch lost herself in a bliss as they kissed, only focusing back on the present once the vampire’s cold hands crept under her shirt and took a firm grip of one her breasts. Samara never got tired of feeling the coldness of vampires…specially from those who could take the tricks she had up her sleeve. She had her eyes closed as their lips met in a passionate manner and only batted them open upon hearing the sound of shredding fabric. “ You bastard! That was such a cute outfit!” she sighed and wrapped her legs around Luke waist once his lips played around with her neck. “By all means do what you please.” Samara said teasingly in reply to Luke’s comment on doing what he wanted.

“As a matter of fact…” she spoke before reaching out for the silver knife. She took a firm grasp around the metallic shaft and made a small cut in between her breast and her shoulder. She looked deeply into Luke’s baby blue eyes, as if demanding him to drink from her. Although Samara never drank vampire blood, at least from what she could remember, mainly due to the fact of being afraid to become an addict, she was more than willing to let vampires drink from her. The blonde rose up to reach Luke’s lips and kissed them even more lustfully, placing the tip of the athame on the lower end of Luke’s back and gently dragging it towards the back of his neck as their lips and tongues became one. ”Shame I still have mine on don’t you think?” her eyes lowered to her panties. ”Being your age…you’re bound to have a few tricks up your sleeve I suppose?”