Prisoner of War

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Ramona Von Trapp stared at her younger sister as their father spoke, almost wishing she could read her thoughts. Victor Von Trapp had been going on for over an hour about the importance of keeping up their studies and remaining studious above all else. At least he was no longer mentioning her part about keeping the house clean or turning away gentlemen callers. And of course the part about staying far away from their enormous home's basement. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't even hear the servants coming in with the food or notice that she'd began to drift off. Her long red curls were beginning to slide over her shoulders and into her soup but her mind was on the strange roars she and her sister could hear late at night when they ignored their aging father and sneaked down to the dungeon stairs anyway.

Ophelia was strapped inside the long black limousine that the two men had brought with them. The servant had once again considered taking a little taste of her. At her words he cocked his head and smiled at her. "What didn't you see, girl?" He purred. "It's all right. That nasty old man wont hurt you any more." 

Ramona stopped struggling and gave the tall man a defiant glare. "Of course I do. I'm not going to let you feed me to that beast the way they did my mother!" She shouted at him, trying her best to claw at his face. All she could manage however was to knock the hat off his head. "Leave me be. I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Ophelia's eyes were saucer wide as she tried to scoot away from the man who was peering at her. It was only a moment later that she glanced around and saw her alien surroundings. "What is this trickery?!" She demanded hotly.

"Your mother?" Julian smiled, lifting Ramona free of her perilous predicament, even if she didn't wish it. "Fed to a beast? Is that the lie he has been feeding you all these years?"

"Trickery?" The servant gave her a strange look but didn't move closer. "What are you talking about, girl? Did you hit your head?" He laughed at her, the Crimson to his eyes sparkling.

"I don't know..." Ramona stopped speaking as her eyes met the golden ones of the man holding her. "You...You're the one who took her! But your eyes...you bastard! You probably fed her to that thing!"

"Of course I did! That strange man did it!" Ophelia huffed, mostly confused by the tiny gaslights that illuminated the interior; for as far as she could tell... there was no flame.

"You speak of feeding people to creature's an awful lot, child... Is that your fear? To be... Devoured?" Justin asked, his perfect lips forming that last word slowly and rather deliberately.

"Well?" Too curious to care what it was she was seeing, the servant leaned in closer to Ophelia. "What was it you saw that your father didn't want you to see?" 

Ramona frowned at him, narrowing her Grey eyes at his lips as if she didn't understand the word. "Are you trying to scare me?" She asked after a moment. "Words don't bother me, sir. They carry very little weight in my eyes."

"Saw? When?" Ophelia breathed with a frown. Outside her dreams she had no memory of the time she had squeezed into the very place their father forbade them to go, or the man she had seen down there.

Justin chuckled quietly at this declaration. "Even if my words were to tell you your sister is with the very beast you just fled from?"

"You were talking in your sleep." The servant snapped. "Don't worry. The Master will get it out of you." He waved a hand in dismissal, his lips pulled back from his teeth ever so slightly. Now he would not get a taste or learn her secrets. 

This was the wrong thing to say. Ramona turned into a cat about to be dumped into water. She scratched him across the face, using the moment of surprise to run back in the direction she'd come from. The elder girl would do anything to save her sister. Even if it meant fighting a monster she didn't understand.

"I don't talk in my sleep." Ophelia huffed. "And what are you, a dog? Why do you have a master?" She added, again squirming in her seat.

Justin rubbed at his forehead, the scratches on his cheek already healed. "Her mother wasn't nearly so difficult..." He muttered before turning to follow Ramona once more.

The servant smiled. "All of our kind have a master and soon you will too." He purred, reaching out to play with her hair. He jerked away as a heavy tree branches slammed into the back window of the car.

Ramona had picked up the heaviest branch she could find and began trying to beat the beast. "Spit up my sister, you fool!" She shouted.

The vampire was only lucky that Ramona had arrived when she did, as Ophelia had been about to take a chunk out of the hand that was touching her hair. "Mona!" She shouted, craning her neck to see the other girl. "I thought Father would have found you!" She confessed.

Ramona fell to her knees when the door opened on its own and revealed her sister. "Ophelia...I was so worried about you..." She gasped out. "Come on...we need to go home before that man comes back..."

Ophelia had one arm free from where she had been restrained in the back of the expensive looking car, but nothing more. "Go back to father, I will find a way free and follow you." The younger sister insisted, though the fear was right there in her green eyes.

Ramona turned her head looking for the tall dark shape that was surely following her. He wouldn't let her get far. 
There was a trickle of blood that ran down the side of neck. That was when it all went south a second time that night. 
The servant went rabid from the scent alone and dove out of the car, shoving Ophelia aside. He had the elder girl pinned to the ground, snapping and snarling. Ramona grabbed for the branch and struck at the man but he didn't seem to notice. There was little else she could do to free herself. For whatever reason this other man seemed intent on taking a chunk out of her. And yet she didn't scream for help. what was the point? No one was listening. It seemed even her father didn't care.

The shadow seemed to be allowing this to continue for now, watching the young woman defend herself against the hungry creature on top of her. What he hadn't been expecting was Ophelia to break free and jump on his servant's back, sinking her own teeth into his ear and biting the top of it clean off.

The servant screamed, reaching around and grabbed a handful of Ophelia's hair. He threw her to the ground beside her sister. "Wait your turn, little one!" He snarled. "I will feed off you soon enough!"

There was still blood dripping down Ophelia's chin, but she was scrambling to make sure her sister was unharmed.
"And who exactly gave you permission to feet at all?" Justin finally demanded, stepping from the shadows when he had seen enough.

The servant was gone. It was something in in the Von Trapp's blood. The lesser of their kind simply could not handle it. He turned his head to his master but there was nothing an animal there. Then he turned back to Ramona and revealed his teeth. This time she screamed.

Ophelia was clinging tightly to her sister, something she rarely did. They had heard strange noises in their home all their lives, and learned to comfort themselves at a young age. But this... Those teeth... She didn't even realise she was screaming too until Justin barked for them both to be quiet. A gun unlike anything Ophelia had ever seen was drawn now, sleek and silver, and with apparently no revolving chamber like the one her father carried.
"You were warned." He told the snarling creature. "No one is to taste their blood."

Ramona grabbed for her sister and pulled her into her into her lap, trying to keep her from seeing what Justin was about to do. Her body shook as the gun went off and as she opened her eyes the servant was nothing but a pile of ash.

Ophelia's body jerked as the gun fired, though her green eyes were open and staring into the darkness over her sister's shoulder.
"Get up." It was Justin who spoke now. "Run from me again, and you wont enjoy what comes next." He warned, gesturing both sister the the sleek black car.

Ramona got to her feet and pulled her sister with her, quivering as she got them into the beast. She put herself in between the tall man and her sister, watching him warily.

Justin was mostly put out because now he had to drive the car himself. He hated driving, especially when he had such interesting cargo. once the girls were secured he locked all the doors to prevent their escape. The strange man didn't say much all the way to the sprawling estate of a rather hi-tech and modern looking building. He stopped the car at the gate and a machine scanned his golden eyes before the gate opened.

"What the devil is going on here?" Ramona hissed in her sister's ear. "What kind of witchery do they use here?" She had no way of knowing her father's basement was not so different .

Ophelia was shaking her head, her raven curls bouncing with the motion. "I'm asleep... That has to be it." She breathed. "Because nothing since dinner has made any sense! I fell asleep at the table... Father had someone take me to my bed..."

Ramona agreed, nodding her head ever so slightly.  The soup must have been bad and she was dreaming about her mother again.

once the car came to a stop the two well dressed women would find the car door swinging open and Justin standing before them once more. "Don't try and run, you wont get out of here without an escort." He warned them, rubbing at his eyes as dawn peeked over the horizon. "Stay close to me, and no harm will come to you, you have my word."

Ramona lifted her head to meet his eyes, her own filled with uncertainty. "Did you offer our mother the same promise, sir?" She asked softly, unwilling to move until he'd given her an answer.

Justn seemed to smile for a moment, then shook his head. "I think you have things backwards. But answers come in time." He turned away, knowing the girls would follow him if they were as smart as their mother. Inside the building whispers were already starting of the powerful blood that had just stepped into their midst.

Ramona held onto her sister's hand as they followed the tall man through the ornate rooms. There were people everywhere. All of them were strange and very beautiful. Their eyes were crimson, the way she remembered the man who came to their door. In one of the last rooms was a group of women who were practically purring at the sight of Justin. Each of them was more lovely than the last. They snarled at Ramona as if she were a threat to them and all but ignored Ophelia. They didn't seem to know how unwise this was.

Ophelia was very much aware they didn't belong in this strange place. Everything was different. The building had a strange smell, or possibly it was the lack of smell as she was used to their aging mansion and it's vast gardens. Aside from that the people dressed strangely, or so she believed. It never occurred to the dark haired young woman that she and Ramona were the ones dressed oddly. Ophelia was becoming increasingly more aware that it was coming closer to the time that their father usually administered her daily 'treatment' for the blood disorder she had suffered from since childhood.