At his words, she'd only roll her eyes. He was right, of course. But he to was wrong. He had only part of it right. Whipping around to face him now clothed, her violet eyes blaxed brighter to the point to they were nearly neon in colour. She didn't yell, she didn't scream. Instead her voice was dangerously soft, menacing in its coldness.
You're wrong, Wrath. It scares me because I do like you. Not the way you like me, clearly, but I try not to hurt the Sins too badly if I can avoid it. It's the fact that when you kissed me? Your feelings go beyond what I have. That scares me because you're the one who's gonna get fucked. I don't feel weak, and I don't feel useless but I sure as hell hope you do fofr being such a little cu---
Her words were stopped when he burned her clothes off. Naked once more, Filia glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest haughtily, narrowing bright eyes in to his boyish face. Why did he pick a little emo kid as his host anyway?
"I don't care to what love is. I love my brothers. I love my Daddy. I love sex. I love blood. But I sure as hell don't love you, nor do I want to. So sad that you want to fuck, because babe, right now? I'm just not in the goddamn mood.
Filia huffed softly and went for her robe, aiming to wrap it around herself as she walked past him. Slipping her arms in to the terry cloth material, she'd sigh.
He actually thought she wanted to fuck him? Ha. She'd show him. As he got increasingly nervous, increasingly aroused, she didn't ever stop her advancement on him. As she reached for him though and he grabbed her wrist, her body did stop. She didn't look up to him in fear, nor did she seem rather angered by his movement. In fact, Filia was surprised that it took him as long as it did to gain the upper hand physically in the situation. Standing in front of him naked was no punishment for her. It probably only punished him because he was the one who had to look at her. He couldn't even finish his words. A lustful sort of pride welled up in her chest. She always got a sense of satisfaction when she successfull effected a man the way she had effected him.
The acrid, sweet smell of blood caught her slightly more sensetive nose and her nostrils flars, narrowing on on his lips for a moment before she went back up to his eyes. At his words, Filia laughed. Flat out laughed in his face. The sound was like music, if not laced with a coldness that was not uncommon for her. However, it was stifled by the fact that their lips met with one another. She froze for a moment in shock. They never kissed her...when she teased them like this, they grabbed her, bent her over and had their way. They weren't gentle, they didn't start soft. She couldn't remember the last time that anyone had kissed her so gently, in fact.
And that scared her.
Yanking her hand from his grip, she'd place her palms on his chest and shove him backward if she could. Filia was slightly stronger than your average human, but she knew she had nothing on a Sin, especially a male.
"Chill the fuck out Wrath. I was kidding. I know you don't want to fuck me. You sure as hell don't have to kiss me. I'm not some delicate flower that needs wooing, mmkaythanks.
She scoffed slightly and if allowed would turn away from him, going once more for her clothes and proceeding to get dressed again if there were no further arguments.
He couldn't hide his reaction. Not in his eyes, not in his face, and certainly not in his pants. She walked toward him now, keeping her hands on their taunting path, teasing herself in order to tease him.
"I don't know, Wrath. What am I doing?
Filia cooed as she lifted one leg slowly, giving him a breif glimpse of parted, glistening pink lips between her thighs as she lifted herself on to the bed that had been seperating them. She now stood slightly above him as one finger moved as if to go inside of herself, stopping short as she brought it, now covered in her own wetness up to her lips, running her tongue around it once suggestively, her eyes once more on his, captivating him. She wasn't expending any effort to make him keep looking, she sort of got the idea he wanted to look anyway. As he denied her, it only urged her forward. Another breif glimpse of heaven between her thighs as she stepped down from the bed and took the few steps that were between them. One hand reached out, quick like a snake for his and grasped it, yanking it to her chest and pressing it against one firm breast. The other hand reached down and roughly cupped the erection forming, stroking it firmly as she pressed her body up against his.
"I'd say it already has.
She laughed then, pushing him away from her as she turned and grabbed her tank top, slipping it over her head braless and quickly stepping in to a pair of dark purple boyshort panties more lace than fabric. Filia was completely unaffected by her little show, it seemed. The Bitch turned, giving him a little glance over her shoulder and giggled again, shaking her head as she reached up to run her fingers through her hair, moving to exit the bedroom.
"Feel free to take care of that hard on, babe. I'll watch it later."
There were cameras in the room both for security and her own viewing pleasure.
Oh, God, Wrath, you're so melodramatic. I hardly hate you. You just pissed me off. Fucking deal with it and stop sniveling. Really, it's so unattractive."
She spat her words over her shoulder, something like a catty smile back on her lips. That was almost as bad as her rage. This was her defense mechanism. Being more of a bitch than she was most of the time. But, that was Filia and everyone knew it. Perhaps this was one of the reasons she didn't do relationships? It wasn't as if she could ever be called stable. Not growing up in a house like this. She could feel his eyes on her from behind and she'd smirk. Turning to face him, she completely ignored his apoligies again. She didn't want to hear them. They meant nothing to her and in a few minutes, neither would the bath. Filia had a short temper, but unless it was a serious offense, rarely did she hold a grudge.
She could taste his anger on the air. His lust. His temptation and what little patience he possessed.
"Oh, Wrathy Dear, am I making you upset?" Filia taunted.
That tremor of his anger slivered through her and the black haired vixen shivered in delight as chills rose along her spine. He forgets sometimes that everything dark, well it got to her in the best of ways. Afterall, look at who she spent all her time with. She practically lived to push people to the edge. Bringing her hands up, she'd cup her own breasts, hair falling over her shoulders as she brought her violet eyes to Wrath's face. Running her tongue along her lips, she'd massage herself before plucking at her nipples, capturing the corner of her bottom lip in her pristine white teeth as she stared at him.
"Ooh, I know you want me. But I'm dirty, aren't I? Impure? What the fuck does a sin want with pure anyway?" She teased in a voice that was tinged with a husky sort of lust. Fake? Maybe.
Rolling her nipples she'd then let one hand drift down her midriff, edging closer toward the valley between her thighs, her eyes never leaving his face. Her tongue flicked out, flashing silver as her tongue ring caught the light.
"Love is for humans Wrath. It makes you weak. Pathetic."
She was pressing every button she knew how to press.
As she got out of the shower, she sent him a glare,a sharp, pointed look that turned harshly upon him as he claimed to be able to fill her a bath on his own. Once again, her tiny fists were balled up as she shoved her arms to her side and stomped her foot. She was like a child throwing a tantrum. She wasn't called Daddy's Little Princess for nothing.
"Dammit, I know you can wave your fucking hand and make it happen. But newsflash, bucko, I can't! Therefore, I had to hunt, kill and drain the humans in to my own bath! Have you ever heard of a thing called hard work?! It's something I did by myself, for once, and you just took it away!"
Some might call her irrational for flipping out over such a small matter, but to her it was a big deal. It was a crude, gory display of hard work and a violent work indeed it was, but she'd still done it on her own. She was given anything she wanted. Did he not know she could've asked any of the sins to do it for her? Filia was bored, so she'd done something on her own for once and he'd ruined it! As she had turned to walk from the room, when he grabbed her arm, she'd whip around to face him, pretty lips pulled back in an inhuman snarl as she hissed at him. Her canines were only faintly, ever so faintly sharper than an average humans but they had the desired effect in a snarl.
"I don't want you to fill another one! That one was mine and you ruined it. Don't apoligize. You did it on purpose! Hmph."
Yanking her arm from his grip, if he'd allow she'd turn once again. However, she was only walking in to her bedroom that was connected to the bathroom, so he was easily able to follow if he so chose. As she stalked toward her massive closet, the towel fell down to her feet and she just kept going. Wrath wold get a view of that glorious backside of hers as she stood in front of the clothes, fingering through them to select something to wear. Silently fuming, Filia frowned, muttering curses under her breath as she reached up to idly tousle her hair, letting it dry in that almost curly way that it always did. She wasn't even looking at him, but she could see that expression of agony, of pain in his features in his minds eye.
"And wipe that pathetic look off your face. It makes you look almost...human."
The way she spat out 'human' was like a terrible curse word, highlighted by the smirking, malicious glance she'd send over her shoulder at him. Yes, she knew what an insult that was. Selecting a black tank top, she'd toss it backward toward the bed, a pair of dark red shorts, over her shoulder, tights, boots. All of it tossed toward the bed. From there, she'd turn still naked and walk to the dresser to grab her undergarments. Little Miss Bitch was perfectly at home in her nudity. The corset peircing along the bottom of her back was visible, black ribbon through the small silver hooks.
Filia watched Wrath with a peculiar sort of interest. She was digging around in her mind, her methods of observation. What was causing him to act this way? He was acting...flustered. Annoyed, obviously. Frustrated. And then she got her answer. He was thirsty. This , of course, was proven as suddenly the water in her bath started to drain, some of it appearing in a cup that he managed to bring forth to his hand. The expression on her face was much more severe than it should have been for someone 'pulling the drain on her.' It wasn't because she was left naked that she was so iinfuriated. It was the fact that she'd put a lot of damned effort in this little bath of hers. Standing now, careful so as not to slip, her little fists were balled at her sides as she glared at Wrath.
"How dare you! You asshole! This has taken me weeks to get together! Oh, you sniveling peice of...Ugh!"
Wrath wasn't the only one with a temper. Letting out another wordless little shriek, the woman climbed from the tub and moved over toward the stand up, glass paneled shower that was opposite to her tub. Yanking the door open, she'd step inside and turn the handles to send a burst of hot water showering down over her, rinsing the blood away from her petite body and down the drain. She heard his words and ignored him for the time being, huffing softly as she turned her head away from him, closing her eyes. Shampoo that smelled of gardenia, conditioner that smelled of orange blossum. Nothing as sweet as her own scent. That unique combination of lotus blossum and vanilla. Intoxicating. Alluring. You had to have it.
After a prolonged silence, Filia sauntered from the shower, letting the water drip down around her bare feet, reaching languidly for a fluffy black towel, wrapping it around her lithe form as she shook her dark black hair out. The look that she gave Wrath was still one of anger. He ruined her bath! Walking past him, she'd reach out, trailing her fingers along his arm, leaning in teasingly,
"For the record, Darling, I don't 'make love.' I fuck."
Her hand tightned on his arm at the last word before she'd stand and saunter back toward her bedroom, tossing her hair over her shoulder. There was sex in the way she walked, especially when she was angry.
Filia really didn't care that she was annoying him. Could she tell? Probably. Men tended to bristle in that almost adorable way. In fact, it only caused her to smile a bit more. She was, if anything, a bit of a bitch. She knew that he wanted her. It wasn't as if he'd ever hid his intentions from her. So, why, she had to ask, had it never culminated to anything? Filia usually had her hands full with the Brothers, if she wanted them, and it wasn't like her to reach in to God's Sins for play things. Humans were so easy and getting them was half the fun.
"Well, of course I know that. But I'm going to bitch at you anyway. It took me a fucking long time to fill the tub how I wanted to."
Those soft pinks lips pulled themselves in to a practically tragic pout, sending a look over to Wrath that could have melted the hardest of hearts, had that been her intention. Instead it was only feux disappointment to hide the real annoyance behind the fact she was to present.
"Did you know it would take nearly thirty humans to fill a tub this size completely of blood? I don't have the fucking patience to kill that many for a single bath! Ugh. I don't know how Bathory did it. Then again, I'm sure she had a much smaller tub."
At the end of her statement, the pout had faded away in to a secure, smug little smile as she sunk deeper in to the water and subsequently away from Wrath's face near her own as she let her arms float up to the surface, running her hands along the top of the water and bringing the frothy red bubbles toward her body, up on to her chest that was now mostly submerged in water. At his comment, Filia rolled those too bright eyes. Scoffing slightly, she'd send him a look that said she was rather unimpressed with his attempts to insult her.
"Well excuuuse me, Darling, it's certainly not my intention to make you jealous. I just like sex. You know this. Committment isn't my style."
Filia had only come close to that once and that had been with Rape. Since then, she'd been back to her own seductive ways. However, she tended to make games out of it. Kill them quickly? Or wait, gain their trust, and then end their life? So many options! As Wrath turned away, the Princess sat up a little in the tub, foam clinging to the tops of her breasts, sheilding them from view.
"What's wrong, Dear? You don't look yourself."
Shifting, she'd move so that she now had her arms resting atop the side of the tub, body behind her slightly curled up and sat upon the bottom of the tub. Laying her chin on top of folded hands, bright violet eyes peered over at the Sin. Filia much appeared to be like a feline eyeing her prey, you could practically see her tail twitching behind her.
Of course she felt him arrive. While she wasn't exactly as gifted as her brothers, Daddy did assure his Little Princess had the best of survival methods a half-human could want. But, even knowing it was him, Filia didn't open her eyes. She wasn't about to bend before anyone, oh no. Well, except maybe Sadi, but that's because he was special. Pretending to be asleep while he approached the tub, the devil's daughter barely managed to contain the bitchy little smile that threatened to break across her lips. At his growl though, languidly, she'd shift in the water, opening up one too bright violet eye to peer over in mock annoyance at the man who was disturbing her 'beauty sleep.' Not that she needed any, of course. When he crouched down, she'd finally open her eyes to a lazy, half lidded state, peering over at the irritated man with just a shadow of a catty little grin playing on pink lips.
"Oh, what's the matter, Wrath? Don't let that temper flare up now..." Filia teased with that grin turning in to a smirk.
Unlike some of the people that Wrath came in to contact with, she exhibited no fear. Why? Because she wasn't scared of him. While she could certainly take care of herself, Filia was the only legitimate 'sister' of the Sins. If he hurt her? They'd hurt him. Plain and simple. Besides, she had the Devil on her side and that, she knew, was a rather large token in her favor. Filia only smirked a bit wider as he complimented her, somewhat smug in expression as she reached up from the pool of blood to brush back strands of black hair from her forehead, streaking her fair skin crimson.
"Why ever would I be avoiding you, hm? You always assume the worst. Tsk, tsk, Darling, don't be so quick to cast judgment."
Her voice was a purr. The tone like strings of a harp being plucked, a caressing melody that soothed the senses and drew you closer.
"Don't get your filthy spit in my bath, by the way! It's supposed to help the skin."
Okay, so not really, we all know that Countess Bathory was crazy, but it felt nice anyway. Filia turned her violet eyes over toward the crouching male, one slender brow perking high in faint annoyance. His temper would always get the best of him. Such was his curse.
"I've been around. Here and there. I traveled a little a bit ago. I needed bodies and couldn't get them all from one place, now could I?"
The men always came willingly. She never had to try very hard. Rarely did she ever need to use what little bit of magic she had. With that ass, that smile, and that interwoven sex appeal that just oozed from her little frame, it was no wonder that her body count was as high as some of her 'brothers.' Tonight, one more would go missing.
There were five in total. She needed needed more than that to fill a tub, but she'd have to make due with a bit of water mixed in. Okay, so a lot of water. But five seemed like a strong number.
Mark What a delicious creature he was. Large. All muscle. Sculpted perfection that the brothers often saught after. But, Mark would not be so lucky as to have his body keep on living. Currently, with his wrists bound above his head, partially suspended, partially balancing on his toes, the man hung from Filia's ceiling precariously. He was first. He was the hungriest, the thirstiest, the neediest. How how moaned and griped pitiously. He'd been fun at first, a sex fiend like herself wasn't about to let a man like him go to waste. Bar night. Easy pick up. Short black dress and heels. Alcohol. Perfume. The promise of 'the best.' But then he realized he wouldn't be leaving and suddenly he wasn't horny anymore. Imagine that. If only they stayed as willingly as they came. And so, to the chains he went.
Blaine Certainly not her usual type. Blonde. Blue eyes. Would-have-been-white Polo shirt. Built, but not too much, tall, but not a giant. Pretty. Oh so pretty. Mr.Blaine Richardson. PHD Candidate at Harvard, heir to the Richardson Co. Foundation investments. A known druggy to the best his undeserved money could buy. It was no surprise when he went missing and noone would say a word. Bad press, after all. He was easy too. A coffee shop. Lattes and feux interest in gold, tennis, and everything Ralph Lauren. Why the fuck do you pay sixty dollars for a monogrammed little logo? And of course, the drugs. Come back to my place, babe. I'm going to fuck you till you scream. The Dust has nothing on me. He came as willingly as the first...again, and again, and again. That is, until the sun came up and illuminated through the open door way in to Filia's chambers the suspended Mark. What a mood killer. And then there were two.
Two hunks of men, hanging from the ceiling.
James Too easy. And disgusting, might I add. The one male she chose whom she had no desire to fuck. 6'5'', nearly 400lbs easy. How the hell do you let yourself go like that? But, she figured if he was that digustingly fat, there was that much of disgustingly fatty blood inside that rotund figure of his. And how simple was it to pick off the computer-guy-nobody who practically came in his trousers at the simple sight of Filia smiling his way? Too easy. No fun. He was chained in the corner, to the ground. No way in hell she was risking her ceilings on that lard ass. Even for a nympho like herself, she couldn't bring herself to give him any sort of gratification before dying.
Tim and John Twins from Missouri. Here on vacay! VACAY! Nearly identical, huge hockey player, sculpted fine definition of men. Her play things. They had no problems with sharing. Before Filia was done with them, she'd turned them both in to nymphomaniacs with incestual tendencies. Can't have your dicks that close and not touch. Don't tell me you don't like it. Brown hair, dark brown eyes that see in to the soul. Apparently not, for they didn't see Filia. Not really. What they saw was some pretty young thing dressed all in black who was everything Mommy didn't want in their women. They had to have her, of course. And they did. Several times. They were the last of the men she'd be using.
One, two, three, four, five men left to hang until she was ready. She'd need a little help of course. Draven, her butler, was always happy to assist. Filia was stark naked. Her body was beautiful. A slender, dancers body, no taller than 5'1'' on her tallest of days. Pale skin, as supple and creamy as milk. Firm, soft stomach, toned legs, perky little ass and tits that just begged to be touched. Raven hair, blacker than her heart, tousled around her pretty little delicate featured face, hanging down to the middle of her back. She paraded in front of her men. Even in sickness of malnutrition, they hungered her more than they hungered for food. What could she say, eh? One by one they were cut down and taken in to the bathroom. Her bathroom, of course. All but one had seen it. And there, injected and paralyzed, and their main arteries opened.
Suspended over the tub, draped over the sides, wrists, jugular, femoral artery...every point that Little Miss Bitch could think of was opened as she let them drain in to the tub, the heated tub. Coagulation wasn't on the menu. Slowly, she'd turn the tap on, letting hot water mix with the luxurious crimson foam. Bit by bit, the blood poured in. Each life drained away in to the insignificant container until her tub was full of her 5 men and hot water, as close to full of blood as she could get it.
A moan of pleasure escaped those cupids bow curved lips as she lowered herself in to the warm water. The scent of blood, the taste, the feel of it was all around her. Outloud to herself, a rather pleased little smile on her lips, that melodious voice spoke,
"Call me Countess Bathory.
Fair skin stained red as she let herself drift off to sleep surrounded by the presence of the one thing she loved almost as much as sex:
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