Doppleganger

Thanks for all the reviews. Sorry I took so long to update. I'm thinking of doing it weekly now, maybe every sunday? sounds good to me! Anyhow, this chapter sort of surprised me halfway through. I hope you like it, a lot :D

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Rayne had decided to explore her room of the castle. Once again the twins had made sure she had nothing to use against them. BloodRayne on the other hand was very creative.



Searching around she found plenty of items she could make into a rope. Although she had no shoes at the moment, she was fairly certain that while running for her life she could either pick some up or go on without them.



The twins had been away at the council meeting; from what Rayne knew about the meetings, it was to discover new lands to invade and more ways to win what Hitler started. Sigmund and Simon never mentioned the meetings to her, but every time they came back from one there was a definite rage in them.



Her searching and exploring had come to an end just in time for the twins to come in, and still enraged at that. “Guten abend, Rayne.” Sigmund smiled as he saw her sitting on her bed.



Rayne looked up at them; she wasn’t in much of a mood to fuck either of them, but she knew the faster she submitted the sooner it would be over. Today she would receive pain, this came quite commonly after a meeting. “Why so sad, pretty?” Simon asked in a mocking tone as he walked in.



Looking up at them she shook her head, “Not sad, just lonely.” She lied to them.



“Good thing we are here for her brother.” Sigmund smiled.



Rayne lie on her back knowing that’s what they usually wanted from her. Today was impossible to pretend she was alright; she was plain miserable with her whole situation, and it wasn’t able to be escaped... at least not yet.



A knock on the door caused Rayne to cover up her lingerie clad body from the person at the door as the twins answered, “Can’t you see we’re very busy?!” Sigmund snapped at the young soldier.



The soldier looked nervous by the twins but carried on anyway. “Sir, please forgive me, but there’s been an urgent message for you over the radio.” The soldier was pale, and it was clear something was very wrong.



Rayne stared questioningly from one Nazi to the next. “What is it about?” Simon sighed.



“A vampire nearby the castle.” The soldier stated.



“A vampire?” Sigmund looked skeptical.



Simon laughed, “Take care of it yourself. We have more important things to attend to.”



“Sir, this isn’t just an ordinary vampire. He’s been around for decades and he’s known for his ability to get his way every time.” The soldier relayed what the message had said.



“Does this vampire have a name?” Sigmund asked.



“Kagan?” Rayne asked.



They all looked at her, “Yes. That’s what they said.” The soldier seemed surprised she knew.



“He’s here?” Rayne’s eyes lit up in anger and excitement.



“You know this vampire?” Simon asked her.



“He’s my father.” The venom in Rayne’s voice was strong.



They all exchanged fairly confused looks. “We shall take care of that vampire.” Sigmund decided.



“No, he’s my problem! I want to take care of him!” Rayne yelled.



“You can’t be trusted not to run away. Forget about it.” Simon said to her.



Rayne knew this was the moment, her strength was up and her chances were available. Jumping up quickly she hurled Sigmund into the wall as she pushed the guard out of the way. Running down the hallway she had no idea where she was headed. All Rayne knew to do was keep on moving.



“After her!” Sigmund shouted at both his brother and the soldier.



Rayne could sense as she ran another human in the hall ahead of her; she held her fist out as she ran. Once Rayne gave one of the guards a coat hanger, she quickly swiped his coat and boots before carrying on running. If Kagan was out there, she would get him. It didn’t matter to her what the consequences might be; Rayne needed him to pay for what he did to her mother.



Rayne knew the twins would likely catch up to her with their speed. It didn’t matter, she was almost outside; the fresh air began making its way to her nose along with the smell of a fellow vampire. He was close!



Rayne found herself at a gate that led to the outside. Pulling down on a lever she slipped past the gate. Sure enough, Kagan’s minions were outside sucking on the neck of the soldiers guarding the exterior of the castle.



“Hey boys… why not pick on something your own size.” Rayne’s voice managed a sexy edge as she spoke to the vampires who just finished their meal.



Licking their fingers and lips they examined Rayne, “A vampire Nazi?” One of them asked her.



“You wish.” She scrunched her nose before raising her leg, kicking the one minion in the face.



The other minion that was short and stubby attempted to make a run at her; she avoided it tripping him in the process. Picking up the taller vampires knife she began quickly cutting the short vampires head off. Standing up she swiped the taller minions head clean off before carrying on her way to Kagan.



Sigmund and Simon made it to the gate in time to see her clear the wall that arched over the bridge. “Damn it! Catch her!” Simon yelled at several soldiers as they passed through the gate she jumped over.



Within minutes Rayne realized she couldn’t even get near Kagan; he had made himself an army since she had last encountered him. It was clear he was getting stronger. Rayne didn’t have the weapons for this, she would have to wait for the Nazi’s to kill hid men first.



Standing there on the side of the bridge she watched her father mesmerized; he was planning so much yet she had no idea what his motive was. A jab in the back of the neck made her body go numb. Damn it, she should have kept moving. Rayne collapsed into Simons arms. “Let’s take her back inside before she catches cold.” Simon smirked deviously.



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By the time Rayne woke up she was shackled standing up in the middle of the dark and dirty dungeon. Glancing around she began to remember how she had run from the Nazis just to get to her father. BloodRayne wasn’t entirely sure if she was going to regret it or not, until she noticed Sigmund leaning against the wall with the whip that hurt her so bad last time.



“Looks like you’ve finally woke up.” He came out of the shadows and stood directly before her.



“Yeah. Thank God right?” She looked around with her eyes half closed in attempt to seem bored.



“I’m actually rather curious…” Sigmund walked around behind her slowly, “Why didn’t you just keep running? Weren’t you so intent on escape just a month ago?” Sigmund asked her.



Rayne clenched her eyes closed as the whip came down on her back painfully. “I wasn’t trying to escape for Christ sake! I was after my fucking father so I could kill him!” Rayne yelled at him.



Sigmund walked around her and gripped her chin, “Is that so?” He asked her attempting to sound interested.



She glared at him coldly, “I’ve been trying to kill him for years; Brimstone even knows that.” Sigmund let go of her chin and backed up slowly as he examined her body.



Rayne felt three hard stinging lines on her body within a matter of two seconds. “AH!” She cried out painfully.



“We have plenty of reason to believe you could be useful against fighting the vampires.” Sigmund walked around her as he spoke, “Not like that’s going to happen, though.” Sigmund laughed menacingly as he struck her with the whip again.



“AH! Please stop! I didn’t try to leave! Why don’t you just let me go!?” She screamed.



Sigmund looked pleased by her words, “You made Simon very upset last night. He was so very displeased with the idea of losing your services. I simply can’t allow that to happen again. I’m to teach you a very valuable lesson on obedience. I doubt you’ll be able to forget it so easily.” Sigmund said darkly.



Rayne struggled against the shackles on her wrists. The whip cracked at least nine times in a row against her back. “AHHHHHHH!” He agonizing scream could be heard through the entire hallway.



Simon leaned his back against the wall outside the dungeon with his eyes closed. He bit his bottom lip every time he heard a loud torturous scream emit from BloodRayne’s lips. It wasn’t as if he was angry with Sigmund for hurting her, he just wasn’t as intent on hurting Rayne; he really liked her.



Sigmund’s whip cracked a few more times in a row. Simon wondered when he would stop; if he didn’t soon Simon would have to go in and convince him to leave her alone.



Rayne wished her body would go numb soon, her entire back was sore and now her stomach was starting to take the blows. She hung her head as tears dripped from her eyes. No one could help her, and it was unlikely Brimstone gave a shit what she was going through. It seemed she was just a toy for absolutely anyone to play around with, and she was getting very tired of it.



Sigmund groaned as the cuts began to bleed down her body. Reaching into his pants he pulled out his cock and began massaging it with the whip trapped underneath his arm. “You know, you look very pretty covered in blood.” Sigmund smirked as he jacked his arm up and down quickly.



Rayne opened her tear covered eyes long enough to see what he was doing. She closed them again, “You’re disgusting…” She breathed just loud enough for him to hear.



Sigmund bit his lip as he enjoyed her upset by his actions; there was no stopping him after all. That’s generally the way Sigmund liked it. “You know, I would love to put my cock inside you, but I don’t think you deserve it.” His hand went a little faster as he slowly approached her.



Rayne glared at him, “Fuck off.” She said to him.



Sigmund smirked at her, “Oh, Rayne. How heartless do you think I am not to give you at least ‘something’ you deserve?” He came onto his hand, “Here, you can have this.” He smeared his semen across her face.



Rayne kept her mouth closed in disgust. Sigmund laughed darkly before leaving the room. He glanced at Simon before heading on back to his room. Simon watched him go; he hated his brother’s sadism when it reached these limits.



Walking inside the dungeon he looked up at her face. “Mein Gott…” Simon shook his head in disgust.



Rayne weakly opened her eyes to see Simon looking up at her angrily. As he dug into his breast pocket he pulled out a red silk cloth. Rayne was caught off guard as he wiped her face off gently. Dropping the dirty cloth to the floor he undid her wrists slowly. Rayne fell onto his shoulder weakly; his scent was very soothing.



Simon helped her lean against the wall next to the door. Rayne could hardly keep her eyes open as she attempted to watch him remove his dark red cape. Placing it around her body, Simon watched as her small pale hands grasped the cape around her. Simon tucked his arm under her arms as he opened the door and began walking her down the hallway.



“Why are you…. Doing this?” She weakly asked him as they made it back to her room.



Simon said nothing; he wasn’t quite sure. Opening up her room they both limped inside carefully. Rayne let herself fall onto her bed; it was so much more comfortable now than usual. Simon stared at her deadpan for a moment; Rayne looked up at him as he began to move towards the door. “Wait…” She panted weakly.



Simon looked back at her, “Ja?” He asked her.



“…Thanks…” She closed her eyes.



“For what?” He asked slightly surprised by her.



“You didn’t have to bring me back here.” She said to him as he slowly began walking back towards her so he could listen.



Simon smiled slightly at her, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d appreciate help from a Nazi.” He raised a brow.



Rayne said nothing to him, because he had a good point. In her minds state, she couldn’t help but be appreciative she wasn’t still hanging from the ceiling with come all over her face. She took the cape off and attempted to hand it back to him with a shaking hand.



Simon took it in his hand as he looked at her body; A strange feeling caused him to approach her once more. Leaning down slowly he placed a kiss on Rayne’s lips; he was surprised when she didn’t struggle. Simon pulled back slowly, letting his lips peel off hers softly. “Stay.” She said to him.



Simon looked up at her eyes; leaning back down he let his body lie across hers as he reattached his lips to hers. Simon wasn’t entirely sure what was going on as he felt Rayne begin taking his shirt off.



Simon shook the rest of his clothes off before positioning himself quickly over top of her. Rayne let her head fall back as he began forcing himself inside of her slowly; once it was entirely inside he went at a mediocre pace. He panted loudly at the strange new experience; it was mutual and unexpected.



Rayne gripped his shoulders in both hands; she dug her nails deep inside his flesh. Simon didn’t realize she had done so; the blood lightly coated her nails, and she could feel it with excitement.



Sigmund walked over to the small liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of burbon. He sucked in air between his teeth painfully as he felt his shoulders. He assumed maybe it was a bug so he didn’t think much of it as he poured the drink into his glass. Sitting down at the table, he began to wonder what was taking Simon so long.



Rayne began licking her fingers tasting the blood as it began to reenergize her body. She wasn’t back to feeling great, but she had enough energy to for Simon onto his back roughly. Leaning over him she let their lips connect as their tongues began to mingle. Her body rocked over top of him; she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Simon was no longer speaking English as he panted out words. “I have no idea what you’re saying, but don’t stop.” She moaned as her muscles began to tighten around him.



Simon was very close even after how short of a time they had started. Pulling her head down against his neck he muttered a word in English: “Drink.”



Without thinking she bit down and began to drink. Simon felt his eyes roll back as he bit his lip hard; he released deep inside her body. All he could focus on now was her lips and tongue sucking at his neck in a very sexual manner.



Sigmund’s glass of bourbon shattered against the floor as he fell off his chair. Looking at his hand he groaned and gasped in pain; his veins were going purple and his hand was growing extremely pale. Clenching his teeth together he gasped in air. “Simon…” He seethed as he realized what was going on.



Simon pushed her off lightly as he watched her blood coated lips drip fluid onto her tongue. Rayne rolled off his moaning orgasmicly. “That’s better…” She whispered as she huddled up next to Simon.



As Simon put his arm around her shoulders he began to realize something that had completely slipped from his thoughts: Sigmund likely felt that. “Scheiße…” He muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes.

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