"Undress me, Kendra," Sir Benjamin purred, standing in front of me.

I was naked and already he had punished me for trying to cover myself. My cheek still smarted from his slap. I shook as I unbuttoned his shirt. He smirked down at me, his eyes half closed. When it was unbuttoned, he took it off, revealing a strong chest.

"You have never undressed a man," he observed and I shook my head.

He held my hand and took me to the large bed. I shook even more as he told me to climb in. He stood beside me and ordered me to watch. His trousers dropped and I turned brilliantly red when I saw his manhood.

He climbed on top of me, still giving me that kind smile. He took my right hand and wrapped it around his manhood. The other he put over my head and ordered me to not move it. Slowly, he made me rub my hand up and down on him.

He hummed in pleasure and kissed my stomach. He left long kisses up to my neck and licked it slowly. That's when I started having second thoughts.

"S-Sir Benjamin," I whimpered. "I-I don't think-"

"Shh," he whispered soothingly in my ear. "It'll be just fine, Kendra."

"Please don't hurt me," I begged.

He had me stop and put my hands together above my head. He smiled down at my body and pushed my legs apart. I whimpered.

"It will hurt for a moment," he said. "The pain will go away."

"And-And you'll leave Mama and Papa alone, right?" I whispered and he smirked.

"Really, Kendra?" he asked and laughed, putting his hands on my shoulders. "As if I would really make such a deal."

"You lied to me!" I sobbed, trying to get out from underneath him.

I screamed as he bit into my neck, pushing roughly into me. He moaned as he drank my blood and thrust into me repeatedly. Each time I tried to fight, he bit me. He didn't give me any of his blood, though, and I started to get weak.

I was starting to see stars. What felt like an eternity later, he stopped. He bit once more into both of my thighs then threw me onto the floor. He got on his back and smirked at me, his chin covered in my blood and looking satisfied.

"Dress yourself, whore," he said, "and go back to your pathetic family while you still can."

"You lied to me," I sobbed again but he just rolled his eyes and stretched luxuriously on his bed.

"Kendra, come on. Camille, get her some more blood; she is losing too much. Kendra, wake up my sweet."

"No," I moaned, tossing my head. "No, let me go."

"Shh. It is okay. You are safe."

"Leave me alone, Benjamin!" I sobbed.

"He is gone. He is dead. You are safe. Come on, Kendra. You can do this. Wake up."

My eyes shot open and I sobbed, sitting up into Papa's arms. He held me, rocking me gently.

"He lied to me!" I cried, gripping him tightly.

"I know," he said, stroking my hair. "I know, Kendra. But it is okay now. You are safe. You are here with me and your mama."

Mama came in with a goblet. She had streaks of blood down her cheeks and I'm sure I did, too. I was shocked to see Papa crying blood as well. I had only seen him do it once and that's when my biological papa, Charles, tried to take Mama away from us.

"Dr-Drink, Kendra," Mama stammered and I leaned my head back to drink the blood.

I didn't recognize who it was and it only gave me a modicum of strength. I fell back on the bed, panting, and looked at my body. That just made me sob more and Papa sent the servants out. I was naked but didn't care at the moment that Papa saw me as they both got in on either side of me.

Every single bite had reopened and was bleeding profusely. After having several people's blood in me, the bleeding was starting to decrease, though. I had forgotten how many times he had really bitten me. I covered my face.

"Why did you do that to me?" I whimpered.

"I am so sorry," Mama cried. "It was the only way."

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "What could that have achieved!? You made me relive the torture!"

I tried to get up to run but they had foreseen that and blocked me in. I curled up, sobbing, and Papa pulled me back over to them.

"Do you know what happened, Kendra?" he asked.

"Yes! You made me-!"

"You drank your own blood," he interrupted and I sniffled. "By doing so, you were forced to relive your worst memory. Research suggests that, by doing so, your nightmares will cease."

"What are you talking about?" I asked irritably.

"You do not know this, but your nightmares have been costing you blood," Mama said, hesitantly holding my hand. "One night, I came in and took a vial. I am sorry, baby, but this was the best thing we could do for you."

"Why didn't you warn me?"

"Because you would have fought harder," Papa answered. "You had to accept it or it wouldn't have worked."

"I didn't recognize the smell of my blood. Why not?"

Mama kissed my head. "Think back: have you ever smelled your blood?"

"No," I said. "Just tasted it a couple times."

"No vampire knows what their blood smells like until they are faced with it," Papa said.

"I'm tired," I mumbled, my words slurring a little.

"We have to clean you up first," Mama said and bit her lip. "I-I understand if you do not want me there."

I looked at her in shock. "Of course I want you there."

She sobbed and yanked me out of Papa's arms, hugging me tightly.

"Oh, I thought you would hate me forever!" she cried and I wrapped an arm around her.

I groped behind me until Papa held my hand.

"I love you," I sobbed. "Both of you. I could never hate you. Be mad, yes, but never hate."

Mama sniffled and helped me into a robe. Papa carried me to the washroom. We had to pass by Colin's room and he stood in the doorway, white as a sheet.

"I'm fine," I said, managing to smile at him. "Just tired."

"She will be okay," Papa said to him. "Wait here, Colin." He set me down in the washroom. He kissed my forehead. "I will go explain it to Colin. I will be back when you are done."

Mama and Cecile helped me into the wash tub. Cecile was looking at me differently now and I was sure she didn't hate me anymore. Had the whole house heard me?

"Who helped me?" I asked as Mama scrubbed my hair.

"Cecile, Johanna, and Erik," she said.

"Why not you?"

She sighed. "It would have been too much for you."

"So it was Johanna's blood I didn't recognize," I muttered to myself.

Cecile finished scrubbing my arms and Mama held me stand to dry. The bite marks, though no longer bleeding, stuck out horribly against my pale skin. They burned and I winced as Mama put the robe on me.

By the time was decent, Papa was back. He lifted me carefully and I rested my head on his chest.

"Did you have nightmares after what Duke Abbott did?" I asked Mama.

"Yes," she whispered. "But your papa made them better."

I yawned, my eyes starting to close.

"Maybe my star will make them better."

"He will," Papa said softly. "Try to rest, my sweet."

I was asleep before we got back to my bedroom.

The End

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