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Walking down the stairs, Sabastian saw Elizabeth bent
over a table with her clothing ripped off. Night was
across the table holding her arms down and laughing.
Thomas was behind her with his pants down, thrusting
violently.

There was a stream of blood flowing down Elizabeth’s
pristine white legs to a puddle on the floor. She was
sobbing and begging Thomas to stop.

"I'm sorry sire, please stop. Please. You're hurting
me. I'm sorry."

"No spawn of mine will betray me," Thomas said, ending
with a maniacal laugh. "Besides, I'm quite enjoying
this. It's been a long time since I've fucked you,
bitch."

"Do you like his dick in your ass?" Night asked
mocking her. Elizabeth spit in her face, causing
Night to slap her.

"Enough!" Sabastian erupted.

Thomas and Night looked over, startled. "Well,"
Thomas said, having regained his composure, "the great
thespian returns." He pulled his blood-covered penis
from Elizabeth's rectum, picked up a piece of her
ripped clothing to clean himself, and wiped whatever
blood was left on his hands on her back, before
putting himself away.

Sabastian stood at the foot of the steps, his anger
rising to a boil. Mary, with her eyes averted and a
grimace, stood next to him.

Once Thomas had adjusted his clothing to his
satisfaction, he waved his hand at Night to signal
that she should let go of Elizabeth's arms. Once her
arms were released, Elizabeth crumpled to the floor.
She pulled what was left of her bloody clothing around
her and curled into a ball. She was crying, but no
longer sobbing.

"I'll dispatch the cannibal," Night said, moving
toward Sabastian.

Mary shot over in front of her and said, "No, no you
won't."

"Ladies," Thomas said to them. "I've given Elizabeth
what she deserved. It is over. I'm ready to leave.
There is no need to fight."

Mary turned to Thomas and said, "Do you think you can
treat anyone you want like this?"

"Don't think I won't do the same to you, feeder.
Tobias isn't here to protect you anymore. Besides, I
made her. She is mine to do with as I please.

"She not only disobeyed me, but she defied my orders
in front of others. She is lucky I have chosen to let
her live."

Sabastian stood silently by the steps looking at
Thomas.

"Sabastian," Mary pleaded, "you can't just stand there
doing nothing. You came here to help, stopping this
one event won't stop him. You know that he'll be
back. He'll do it again."

Sabastian didn't move.

"You don't really believe the stoic hero is going to
do anything, do you?" Thomas asked Mary, with a
chuckle. "He doesn't want to be involved with our
affairs any more than he needs to be. And this affair
is over.

"Night, come. It's time for us to leave. Let these
two clean up."

Night walked around Mary, who stood looking at the
ground, resigned to the fact that Sabastian, the one
vampire who might have helped, chose to do nothing.

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