Fangtasia

[hunneeb]

"LAYLA" It came out as a roar and Layla slowly turned around, her eyes wide. "Your Daddy is looking for you." She rolled her eyes at the comment and looking down at the girl quivering beneath her hands. She retracted her fangs and let the girl up, then slumped past the tall, overbearing man looming over her.

"Way to ruin a good time Lurch." She grumbled as she passed, knowing he would hear her. As the night air enveloped her outside the house she quickened her pace, knowing that taking her time would only annoy Max.

It did not take long before she was standing outside the gates to their house. The old victorian looked like it belonged in a horror movie. Layla smiled, letting her fangs slowly inch out. Her favorite time of year was halloween when the neighborhood kids would dare each other to step into the gates and touch the front door. She liked to wait and jump out and scare them.

"Layla. Now." She heard him even though he was inside, and from the sounds of it all the way upstairs. Rolling her eyes again she walked towards the house, slamming the gate just as Sylvester (or as she called him, Lurch) arrived.

"You should really exercise more Lurch, might help you get around quicker." She said as she slammed the front door in his face.

It took her seconds to make it up to the third floor and into Max's study. She took a seat on the couch and swung her legs over the arm, watching him stare out the window.

"Where were you tonight?" He asked without turning around.

"With........... friends" Layla grinned. Max was on her before she could blink.

"Layla you know better than to go out terrorizing people! A whole sorority no less!!! Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to glamour such a large number of females!! It is nearly impossible. Sly could hardly contain them, let alone get them to listen to what he was saying!"

Layla looked up at Max. He was young and very attractive, he was tall and broad shoulders. His dark hair was always a mess . He was only 19 when he was turned, young and ambitious. She'd heard the story over and over. When she first met him she had no idea he was a vampire, but she soon found out. He had saved her in a sense that she was still able to walk the earth.

Layla was always grateful for Max but at times he was a little overbearing. Technically he was only a few years older than her, but in vampire years he was centuries older, and since he had been the one to turn her; he was in charge. Layla found many vampire shows and movies to be entertaining. The idea of sparking in the sunlight fascinated her, she knew it was not true.

Max forbid her to step outside in the daytime. He said the results were not the toasted pile of ashes she saw in some movies, but they were unpleasant and difficult to recover from. She had scoffed at his warning the first time, but the scoffing ended with the whipping she received after.She had always thought it was cool how quickly she healed from any kind of injury, but when Max was punishing her she often wished she was more mortal. If Max was upset enough he would whip her hard then allow her to heal and do it all over again.

"Layla, are you paying attention?" His stern voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Yes sir, I'm so sorry." She tried to sound sincere, but thinking of the scared group of sorority girls brought a smile to her face.

Max saw it and there was no smile on his face. He shook his head and let go of Layla's arm. He stepped back and unbuckled his belt. Layla groaned as he pulled the thick leather through the loops of his jeans. He folded it over and slapped it hard against her thighs. "Take this, to your room. I'll be in soon." His tone left no room for argument and Layla took the belt in her hand and made her way to her bedroom.


Layla sat down on her bed, swinging the belt between her legs and letting it land on the comforter hanging down the sides. She had never been a big fan of sleeping in a coffin and Max accomodated her by installing special shades that could keep the sunlight out and a very big comfortable bed. He had the whole thing custom made to fit her which at first she thought was very considerate and sweet, until she realized he designed the bed to accomodate spanking her more effectively. It was the perfect height to bend her over he had stated one day.

She did not like upsetting Max. When he was angry he seemed more savage, more monstrous, more.. vampire. His fangs often came out when he was especially angry and his eyes turned very dark. Layla waited for the moment when he would turn into a bat but it just never came. When she told him this he laughed but the look in her eye told her that it could still happen. She knew he had powers he would never share with her. Those powers earned him great respect among others of their kind but prohibited Layla from living too freely. There was always somebody close by to monitor her actions and report them back to Max. He also had his own security team, or the goons as Layla liked to call them.

The vampires were supposed to remain discreet. With all the hype happening now because of the movies and tv shows; people seemed more aware that they just might exist. But the vampires were fighting against becoming discovered by hiding their actions. They limited how many people they fed on and where. Heavily populated areas like New York City and Chicago were favorite hot spots, but even there they had to be extra cautious. They also were not allowed to create any new vampires unless it was approved, in order to limit how many humans would be needed for consumption.

Layla had been "born" right before all this happened. To annoy Max further she purchased every Twilight book, movie and tons of paraphernalia. She threatened to push him outside in the daylight just to see if he would sparkle. Their relationship was awkward at times. He was close in age human-wise, but a much older vampire. It was hard to see him as a father figure but even harder to work out a casual friendship.

Layle heard Max exit his study and she knew he would appear at her door in a few seconds, but it seemd to take longer than that.

"Layla, what are you doing?" He demanded, startling her as he was by her side.

"Waiting for you obviously." She replied, standing up to face him. It was no use trying to level to Max, he was much taller than her. She spent a whole month carrying a step stool around with her so she could argue with him face to face, but somehow that step stool disappeared.

"Over the bed. I do not have time for you attitude." He took the belt from her and slapped the side of her leg. She winced and placed herself in position. Another hard slap on her thigh made her grumble before reaching back and pushing her skirt up.

"I will spank you again in the morning just for that." Max stated. The belt came down hard, leaving stripes that quickly began to fade. Max landed the belt across Layla's bottom and thighs, replacing the fading marks with new ones. She yelped and squirmed, kicked and squealed. He paused for a brief moment, watching the welts fade and her bottom turn completely pale again before starting over. Layla begged him to stop but knew it was useless. Max would stop when he believed his message was well felt. Being a vampire, Layla felt every slap of the belt, but the burn faded quickly. The pain remained as long as he continued to spank her. If he wanted her to feel a spanking for a given amount of time, he just had to continuously spank her.

Layla had been through days and days of spankings for serious offenses. One time when she was a newer vampire she had brought "friends" home. She had terrorized them; cutting out all the lights and fluttering around the house claiming it was haunted. The group of young teens had screamed for hours and she had released them without glamouring them first. Max had been out of the country and when he returned there were ghost hunters prowling the premises day and night. He asked Layla but she claimed to have no idea what had happened. Unfortunately for her, the goons had been watching. They had all been fired and a few received a worse fate. Layla had endured three days of spankings. Max never tired and she was sure that even though she was a vampire, she'd have a few permanent marks. She had been wrong of course. After the third day ended, Max left. He returned two days later and spanked her again. He had left to find the teens and glamour them into forgetting their horrific experience. In turn he had to find everyone they had told and so on and erase the memories from them.


Max paused and sat down on the bed, resting his hand on Layla's back lightly, but holding her in place. "Layla, we are still under orders to remain discreet. Do you realize how much trouble you could cause for us? For vampires all over? Teen girls are the WORST! They have been influenced the most and they all believe they can just walk up to a vampire and fall in love. It is ridiculous! We are fighting everyday to fix this mess that damn author caused. You have no idea how hard it is not to just go suck her dry, but we must be careful. You must behave.Is that clear?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry. I was just trying to have a little fun." Max nodded and stood, she thought she heard him let out a sigh before swinging the belt down across her thighs. She wondered if this was the fourth or fifth belt he had worn out on her bottom but her thoughts were interrupted by his assault.

Max had tried everything to get a spanking to really sink in with Layla. Different implements to see if one healed slower than the other, putting more force into them, his best method was to land a paddle in the same spot repeatedly. This gave her skin no chance to heal and the after effects were deep purple bruises that slowly faded. Layla hated the paddles. Max bought them offline often as they had a habit of becoming firewood.

"Layla stand and face me." Max directed, tossing the worn out leather belt onto the bed. Layla did as she was told but had a hard time bringing her eyes to meet Max's. He cupped her chin in his hand and brought her face up towards his. "Layla, I love you. You are the only vampire I have ever created and I have no desire to make another. You are my companion, my partner. But you act like a child. I may be respected but even I do not have immunity and permission not to follow the laws. You do not either. The things that could have happened if you had not come home to me, are unimaginable. The things you choose to do when I am out of town make me wish I could just lie peacefully in the grave. I want to protect you but even I have limits. You must try harder. The urges inside you are like a newborn. You should have outgrown them by now and it makes me feel as if I have failed you. I should train you harder."

"Max.." Layla began but he covered her mouth.

"No Layla, starting tomorrow you will go through proper training, My "brother" Tristan will be joining us tonight. He will help. You will obey me and you will obey Tristan. He has designed a whip that will punish even your tough vampire skin so thoroughly you will believe you are human again. I will use that EVERY time you cross the line. Understood?" Max's eyes were dark and his fangs were out. He stared deeply into Layla's eyes, causing her to fidget.

"Yes Sir." She whispered.

"Good. We will begin tomorrow. Tristan will be arriving shortly. I expect you to be respectful and greet him. There is an extra coffin in the spare room that he will be using. Sylvester should be preparing it. You will show him to the room and make sure he has everything he needs. That is what is expected of a younger vampire. If you are not the polite, wonderful woman I know you can be, we will try that whip out tonight." With that said Max turned and disappeared from the room.

Layla flopped back onto her bed and moaned. She knew she was not cut out to be a vampire... but the idea of becoming one had seemed so wonderful back then....

[Often123]

Hmm, this may put Twilight out to pasture.