Under my grip, Isabeau thrashed, trying to buck me off and defend herself. As an older vampire, she should have been able to but the fear and anger was driving me to be stronger than even Dante was supposed to be. I had attacked Isa because she had been the one to Turn my Dante, but as I tried to rip her spine apart with my hands, I knew I was attacking her in lieu of all the people I hadn’t defended myself from before. My buried resentment at my parents for always choosing me last, my hurt that I wasn’t sure Caleb would be here helping me if it wasn’t for the sex, my possessive and jealous rage that anyone else had touched my Dante and my utter helpless and hopelessness over this entire situation was powering my attack. I felt the slickness of bloody and exposed bones under my fingers before anyone tried to haul me away.
                              
It just goes to show just how seriously fucked up vampire society was, I had all but ripped Isabeau’s head off before anyone tried to intervene. Before that, it had been good old fashioned fun. Disgusting. I snarled at the hands grabbing me away, fist slugging someone across the jaw with a snap of bones. A frenzy seemed to hit me after that; I couldn’t stop myself from lashing out and attacking whoever came close to me, be they supposed friend or master vampire. Even the Master bond Lucretia had wrapped around my Dante’s body wasn’t able to calm me down from the murderous avarice that was driving me. I needed to feel Isabeau die under my hands, it was physically painful to be denied that as six vampires tried to hold me in place.
                              
When I was wearing my own flesh and female body, Luka and some of my friends had shown me a few basic self defense moves if ever I was jumped by a group of people. They never expected me to need it while surrounded by a group of vampires, but I was astonished to see that the concepts applied here. I jerked one of my arms up sharply, and then pulled down and away, breaking my arm free of their grip. With one arm freed, I balled my fist and broke another vampire face. Fang sunk into my flesh and I bellowed, a loud, manly sound with an underlying scream of pure panic. I felt my body shudder as my fear and anger lashed out and struck at my twin. I never, ever wanted to be the one to hurt him and yet I was. It was that thought and that thought alone that allowed me to pull it all back inside. I was still helpless to keep my body from struggling and fighting, desperately trying to get back to Isa and kill her once and for all, but I was calming down.
                              
The faintest sound behind me had my body whirling and I struck out, the surprised look on Lucretia’s face saying louder than words that I really shouldn’t be able to attack her as her Childe. But with me piloting my Dante’s body around, I got to bend all kinds of rules. That didn’t stop me from then getting my ass kicked by a beautiful, tiny and pissed off queen vampire. The other vampires all backed off, most of them injured, all of them confused and angry, and watched as my Master Lucretia beat me into a bloody pulp. Her first blow slammed my entire body down against the pavement, making something in my arm snap while I screamed. She hadn’t even physically touched me to do it either, the bone sticking out through my flesh in a horrific display of her advanced abilities. I screamed again as my body was forced to endure every injury I had ever suffered all at once. 
                              
Strangely enough, they were my own injuries, not the ones that Dante had experienced. He’d never had a compound fracture before but I had, in my own body. I strangled out curses as my body bled and bucked, pain twisting my skeleton into a macabre tableau. Still Lucretia stood over me, her eyes glowing red tinged gold as she tortured me with fear and pain. 
                              
“I’ll kill you!” I screamed out at her, hearing a guttural, almost wet sound in Dante’s voice as another wave of pain hit me. It’d never occurred to me before that I get hurt a lot, but having to relieve every injury, all at once was telling me that I REALLY needed to take better care of myself. I could only hope to whatever stone hearted god was out there that Dante was doing a better job protecting my body than I seemed to be able to do for either of our bodies. At least we’re good at division of labor; he protects the flesh while I protect the soul. 
                              
“You’ll wish you could kill me. But once I have you and your twin as my pets, you will do anything and everything I could ever ask to make me happy.” Lucretia replied her voice calm and the anger gone from her face. 
                              
It was like watching an actor take off a mask, one second undeniable rage, the next calm and faintly amused smile. She was absolutely nutters and I was going to be stuck with her for eternity. Oh joy.  I wheezed, feeling the air being squeezed out of my lungs and struggled even though the body didn’t actually need air. I had never collapsed a lung, so I knew this wasn’t my own injuries haunting me. While I gasped like a fish stranded on land, Lucretia watched me and smiled, petting Isabeau’s blood and gore soaked hair. As I felt my body start to stiffen into a full seizure, Lucretia released whatever hold she had on me and I sucked air in. 
                              
My Dante’s old Master glared at me, eyes showing her hurt and confusion at my sudden attack. And just like that I felt like a bad guy. “My twin dislikes you. She feels you are responsible for all of this…” I gestured around, trying to give the damaged blonde woman an explanation. My voice was hoarse, sounding like my Dante had a three pack a day smoking habit and liked to gargle nuts and bolts.
                              
“I’ll turn her myself and then she and I can rip each other to pieces once we get her.” Isabeau replied with a hate filled sneer. 
                              
“No one touches my twin but me.” I growled, feeling the anger from earlier returning. I had no strength to resist another murderous rampage, but I never got the chance to lose it again. Lucretia stroked her hands into my short hair, grabbed a handful and hauled my head back, baring my throat.
                              
“I’ll touch the two of you all I want. You are my pets.” Lucretia warned. I struggled but my body was locked in place, once again under my Mater’s control. “Feed and recover.” Lucretia commanded Isabeau.
                              
The blonde vampire that had started us down this path to damnation slid over to me and snapped her fangs into my throat, tearing the flesh roughly and Feeding while she hurt me as much as possible. I wanted to hurt her in return but was helpless to grunt as she sucked in mouthfuls of my cold blood. I hated them all and I would revel in the chance to kill each and every one of these damn monsters.