Vampire Heart 16

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Scroll 17: Clash!
"What the hell are you doing here?" Vicente snarled, stepping in front of Naoko protectively.
"You called her Mistress before I was expelled from her dream," Dameon stepped forward, "And I was curious as to how you knew I was an illusion."
"Mistress, as in female master," Vicente explained. His arctic eyes narrowed and were focused entirely on Dameon.
"And how did you know that I was an illusion, not what you wanted?" Dameon tried to peek around Vicente who was successfully blocking Dameon's view.
"I know V-" Naoko stopped herself, "Vampires."
Dameon seemed amused by her reply, "Oh? And what kind of vampire am I?"
"Vitality vampire," Naoko replied confidently.
The vampire looked thoughtful for a moment."If you clean up the language a bit, I suppose that's what I am," Dameon replied as he started to pace. His crimson eyes seemed focused on Vicente as he paced back and forth from the kitchen to the threshold and back again.
"Clean up the language?" Vicente asked.
"Oh, I see..." Dameon grinned, "She didn't tell you her thoughts in the dream."
"No, they're her thoughts. Why would I need to know them?" Vicente shrugged.
The blazing eyes of Dameon seared through Vicente's defenses and seemed to pierce Naoko's mind, "Are you going to tell him, or should I fill in the blanks?"
"If you want him gone, just tell me what to do," Vicente assured Naoko.
"What kind of vampire serves a human for that matter?" Dameon hissed.
"Mind your own damn business," Vicente growled.
"Would you mind if I simply fed on that human and was on my way? Her vitality and desire are unbelievable and she has quite a bit of excess that can be easily shared for a lowly leech like me..." he slowly licked his lips.
Human Heart glared scarlet as Vicente's anger increased with every breath Dameon was still able to freely take.
"What was that?" Dameon asked. Dameon stopped pacing and was drawn to the pendant that dangled beneath Vicente's shirt.
Dameon reached out to touch the pendant, but his wrist was seized by the irate Vicente before he was even a foot from Vicente's body. Vicente snarled in baritone, "Don't you ever touch my Mistress or me again."
Dameon tried to resist Vicente's grasp around his wrist, but had no avail with the struggle, other than causing himself an equivalent to a brush burn. Dameon bared his fangs in attempt to unnerve Vicente who seemed to grown stronger by the second.
Naoko was far enough away from Vicente that Dameon could get a clear glimpse of her again since she was backing away from him and letting Vicente take out his silent order of dealing with the intruder.
"If you order him to free me, I'll never speak of your dream to anybody," Dameon pleaded.
"What kind of vampire are you?" Vicente demanded.
"I give people what they want most..." Dameon replied in riddle.
"You mean a sick illusion?" Vicente drew his fist back, readying for a punch.
"Neither of us feel emotion during anything, so what's so sick about it?"
"You toy with emotions..." Vicente replied coolly.
"You're an incubus..." Naoko whispered.
"An incubus?" Vicente dropped his fist to his side and swung around to face Naoko, swinging Dameon with him. "A sex vampire?"
Naoko nodded, "He came to me in a dream and was going to feed on vitality. He said that he gives people what they want. That matches all of the criteria," Naoko explained with a shrug.
"Oh, your case keeps getting worse," Vicente held up Dameon by his wrist as if the vampire were a rag doll. "You come after my Naoko in her dream, you follow us here, and now I come to find that you indiscriminately force intercourse upon women everywhere? Why shouldn't I kill you now, rapist?"
"You can't kill me," Dameon replied, his eyes ablaze with emotion.
"He can't be killed like normal vampires."
"Then, how do I kill the rapist?" Vicente asked, his attention back on Naoko.
"Not a rapist," Dameon tried to interject.
"You can't kill him unless you love him," Naoko replied calmly.
"How do you know that?" Dameon gasped.
"She's the Vampire Mistress...how do you think she knows?" Vicente asked.
"For not killing me with your berserk rage, I want to offer my services to the beautiful and kind mistress," Dameon grinned.
"Berserk?" Vicente asked before shaking Dameon for a response.
"That's your power, isn't it? You have berserk rage when the mistress is in danger," Dameon replied quickly.
"Mystery solved," Naoko shrugged, “And it makes sense.”
"Do you want another servant?" Dameon asked Naoko.
"Since he's willing to help, why not?" Naoko asked.
"If you so much as think about her sexually again I swear that-"
"Put me down or I'll spill your little secret," Dameon threatened.
Vicente blushed, "What secret?" Dameon curled his finger and motioned for Vicente to lean closer. Dameon whispered something inaudible before Vicente threw him to the ground, "How do you know that?"
"I'm an incubus. I know everybody's dirty little secrets," Dameon grinned a toothy smile. "My name is Dameon, Mistress."
"And that's Vicente, my guardian. As you've heard, I am Naoko. This is our Vampire Manor. Feel free to use one of the spare bedrooms that are on the third floor."
"Other than a little personality clash, I think we'll get along just great," Dameon remarked as he grinned sheepishly at the now cross and sulking Vicente who was glaring a hole through Dameon's skull with his bitterness toward the sex vampire.

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