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Francis Marion National
Forest in South Carolina-11 PM
“Oh God…help me!”
the blonde headed man yelled as he ran through the thick forest. He could feel
the cuts and scrapes accumulating on his arms as he brushed past unyielding
twigs and branches. “Please help me!”
The vampire
walked slowly allowing the human to feel that he had a chance to escape. The
human was at least five-hundred yards ahead running around frantically looking
for help. The immortal found it rather amusing that the man thought he would
find help in the dark ominous woods, and the man reminded the vampire of a fish
dangling on a fisherman’s hook trying to unhook itself and fall back into the
safety of the water.
The human stopped
briefly to catch his breath and looked back into the deep darkness of the
night. The only light in the forest was that of the moon, and he could only
make out the shadows of the trees and plants, but he knew instinctively that
the woman was still following him. He placed his hands on his knees and took
heavy breaths thinking of the hitchhiker he had picked up on the side of the
road. She had worn a black dress that showed off her soft plentiful cleavage,
and her striking red hair cascaded over her shoulders making him crave the
touch of the stranger. Against his better judgment, he had picked her up
offering her a ride through the deserted national forest, and now he was paying
the price for his poor judgment. “Why are you doing this?” he asked filled with
panic.
Sicily peered into the darkness making out the
figure of the terrified human and smiled, “It’s nothing personal. I just need
your blood.”
“Oh God,” the man
moaned as he started running again. He had no idea why the woman wanted to kill
him, and he didn’t understand how a simple business trip from Charleston to Wilmington had resulted in him being hunted down by a
deranged woman.
“I would
appreciate it if you wouldn’t say His name in my presence,” Sicily growled. “We’re not on the best terms at the
moment.”
The man ran for
his life away from the psychotic woman who had bit him while they were making
out in the car. Everything had been going great when they had parked on the
side of the road, and his hitchhiker seemed quite eager to pay for her ride
with her body. He had enjoyed kissing her and his cock had throbbed for her
heat, but she ruined it all when she began gnawing on his neck and licking it
like she was starving. In surprise, he had reached for his neck, looked at his
fingers, saw that he was bleeding, and promptly kicked the lunatic to the curb
claiming that he wasn’t into the biting kink. She had graciously gotten out of
the car, but she had reached back inside and yanked him out of the car throwing
him onto the ground. At the time, the man thought that she was wired on PCP or some other strength enhancing drug, but
now he was beginning to wonder if she was something else.
“What’s the
matter baby?” Sicily grinned. “I thought you were having fun back
there.”
“What the fuck
are you?” the man exclaimed as he once again stopped and looked back for any
signs of the mysterious woman.
“You know
Dave…that was your name right?” Sicily began. "I wish you pussy loving
assholes would think of something more imaginative to ask. All you pricks think
about is fucking some hot piece of snatch and have absolutely no conversational
skills.” The vampire quickened her pace suddenly wanting the game to end and
wanted desperately to exterminate the life of the annoyingly dull human, “What
the fuck am I? I think you already know that Einstein!”
The man could
hear the woman running through the forest and felt a sense of doom as the
shadow of the woman appeared a few feet
ahead of him, “Get the fuck away from me you crazy bitch!”
Sicily whipped
her hand out, grabbed the large human male by the arm, and twisted it until the
man howled in agonizing pain, “Sorry about that Dave but didn’t your mother
teach you that it’s not nice to call a lady that?” The vampire ignored his
pleas and struggles as she dragged the man through the forest towards Dmitry’s
resting place. “This will be over before you know it baby...this is one bitch
you’ll never forget.”
The man tried to
wrench away from the impossibly strong woman, but he was yanked and dragged by
his broken arm like a rag doll. “What are you going to do to me?” he cried out
feeling tears of pain burning his eyes.
Sicily looked up into the night sky, smelt the air,
and smiled, “I already told you that lover boy. Weren’t you listening?” Sicily hauled the human across the ground until he
stood on wobbly legs on top of Dmitry’s grave. She had spent hours the night
before digging a hole with her bare hands determined to bury Dmitry’s ashes
before the sun rose. “I need your blood, remember?” With great pleasure, the
vampire slashed the man’s throat with her sharp nail and watched in delight as
the man grabbed for his neck trying to hold the blood at bay, “What’s wrong
Dave? Doesn’t that make you all hard for me?” The man was gurgling as the blood
poured from his neck, and he sunk to his knees feeling the life ebbing from his
body. He had no idea as he lay dying on the hard forest floor that he was
giving a dead and buried vampire necessary nutrients with his last breath.
Sicily sucked on her blood covered nail waiting
patiently for the man to die. Once the body was drained of all its blood, she
bent down and pushed the heavy body off her Sire’s buried remains, “Drink up
Dmitry. In just a couple of nights you’ll be like your old self.” Sicily sat on
the cool dirt, ran her hand affectionately over Dmitry’s remains, and smiled
fondly, “You’ll be much easier than Christian was to resurrect. The sun didn’t
mar your stunning flesh, and you will heal much more efficiently.” The vampire
laid on her side pressing the side of her face to the dirt listening for signs
of her Sire’s presence, “The question is…am I doing all this for nothing or
will you get yourself killed again going after Christian seeking revenge? Or
perhaps a Winchester will end your life again.”
She closed her
eyes envisioning her powerful master in his tight leather pants making
everything seem so easy with his seductive powers, and she felt a twinge of
guilt for her part in Christian’s escape, “I’m so sorry I helped Christian…I
was only trying to protect you.” To her satisfaction, she felt a slight
vibration beneath her and stroked the dirt lovingly, “Soon Sire…soon you will
be able to rectify this entire situation.”
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Durham,
North Carolina-Durham Motor Lodge 11PM
“I still think I
should head towards your way,” Sam adamantly advised. “Meet you half way.”
John looked at
the Interstate 80 sign, “Sam, I’m about an hour outside of Cheyenne and I’ll be in Kansas City by the morning.” John barreled his truck
down the highway hoping like hell that the cops didn’t pull him over for
reckless driving, “You need to stay near the Carolinas and see if you can pick up Dean’s trail or
maybe another vision.”
“Yeah, because
that’s my favorite thing to do,” Sam frowned looking on the Internet for the
quickest route to Kansas City. “I’ve had enough of those to last a
lifetime…I still get sick to my stomach when I think about the latest one with
Dean and all that blood.”
John squeezed the
steering wheel tightly hating to hear of the torment both of his sons were
experiencing, “I know Sam, but it may be the only way we can find Dean before
it’s too late.”
“If it’s not
already too late,” Sam frowned looking at the interstate systems leading out of
North
Carolina.
“Don’t you say
that Sammy,” John pleaded. “We’ve come too far to lose Dean now.”
Sam could feel
his eyes watering from the anguish he heard in his father’s voice, “Sorry, I
just want you to realize that’s there is a chance that we might not be able to
save him.”
“And we’ll do
what we have to do if it’s too late,” John replied feeling a sudden tightness
in is chest. “We won’t let him be a monster…he wouldn’t want to live like
that.”
“It’s simple for
you isn’t it?” Sam snapped. “You might have to kill your favorite son and it doesn’t
bother you in the least does it?”
“Is that really
what you think Sam?” John asked in disbelief as he sped up the already racing
truck. “You really think that killing Dean would be easy for me, and where the
hell do you get off saying that Dean’s my favorite?”
“Because it’s the
truth,” Sam honestly replied knowing for many years that his father preferred
Dean’s obedience over his defiance. “And you just sound so nonchalant about
it,” Sam remarked while zooming in on the map of Georgia. “Like he’s just another evil creature
you’ll have to kill.”
“Sam,” John
warned through clenched teeth. “I’m not talking to you about this anymore
because we’re going to save him in time, you understand that?”
Sam thumped his finger
on the motel table looking at the area of Atlanta not missing the fact that his
father hadn’t denied that Dean was his favorite son, “Yeah, I understand.”
John didn’t
believe Sam but he didn’t push the issue, “Good…now what have you figured out
about their possible location?”
“I called Jessie
and he’s working on the northern routes for me, and I’ve been looking at the
southern routes,” Sam replied continuing to study the map of Atlanta. “If you were a vampire and you had a new
fledgling to train and to protect where would you go?”
“Do we even know
who made Dean a vamp?” John asked seeing the sign up ahead showing that Cheyenne was fifty miles away. “Are we even sure that
he got vamped?” John listened to the silence on the other end of the phone, and
when he got no answer from his youngest he pressed on, “Maybe a place they
could blend in with the crowd?”
“Possibly,” Sam
acknowledged scanning the map of Georgia for possible destinations, “or maybe
somewhere less crowded so that the other vamps can’t spot them and make trouble
for them.”
“You’re assuming
that there are other vamps in these major cities,” John cautioned.
“Of course there
are,” Sam responded quickly. “Vamps are all over the place hiding underneath
our noses killing and raping innocent humans like the fiends that they are.”
John had never
hated the word rape as much as he did now. It made his blood boil to think
about all the torment and pain Dean had suffered at the hands of the vampires.
“So that would eliminate Miami, Atlanta, and other major southern cities,” John
replied switching lanes to avoid a Volvo. “Maybe they’re somewhere smaller like
Nashville or Memphis.”
“I’m thinking
even smaller,” Sam hinted smiling at the map on his computer screen. “Maybe a
vacation spot with lots of tourist to feed upon but little chance of meeting up
with other vampires…a place that is family oriented.”
“Did you get all
of this from your vision?” John asked in suspicion of Sam’s newfound power.
“No, its just a
gut feeling that whoever did this to Dean will need discretion for the training
and breaking in of a new fledging,” Sam explained. “They would also need a
fresh supply of humans that won’t be missed for at least a few days.”
John couldn’t
argue with Sam’s reasoning, “Okay, that narrows it down to just a couple of
hundred places rather than a few thousand.”
“It’s better than
what we had a few hours ago,” Sam defensively replied mistaking his father’s
comment for sarcasm. “It’s better than what you’ve come up with!”
John arched his
brows in bewilderment at Sam’s anger, “Are you alright Sammy? You seem on
edge.”
“That’s because
my brother has been vamped and all we’re doing is talking about finding him
rather than actually helping him,” Sam snapped. “I’m going to ride into Georgia and see if I can pick up a trail.”
John knew better
than to argue with Sam when he was being defiant. Unlike Dean, Sam wouldn’t
back down from his father when he set his mind to something. “Fine, you do that
but call me every four hours to let me know that you’re okay.”
“Of course,” Sam
said feeling a slight tug of guilt for talking to his father with such
disrespect. It wasn’t his father’s fault that Dean was missing. “I’ll see you
in a day or so.”
“Bye Sammy,” John
solemnly replied as he closed his phone wondering for the thousandth time where
his youngest son’s defiant streak had come from. “I swear Mary he’s nothing
like you or me…such anger and defiance.” John thought fondly of his oldest son
who had always been so obedient and dutiful in his duties while barreling down
Interstate 80 hoping against hope that they wouldn’t be too late for Dean’s
sake, “Hang in there for me Dean; don’t you dare give up.”
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Augusta, Georgia 11 PM-Augusta
Woods Suites
Dean stood naked
except for his grey boxers looking into the bathroom mirror mesmerized by the
paleness of his skin and the bright pink tint of his lips, “Damn…you look
good.” Dean looked at the sparkling emerald eyes that stared back at him;
pupils as dark as pitch black, and smiled in fascination at his new appearance.
There were subtle changes in the texture of his skin and his finger nails were
shiny and looked freshly manicured with enough length to cut into flesh if
needed. He ran his tongue over his teeth noticing that they were white as
bleach and sharp as a knife, “Okay, those are good for some major tearing.” He
leaned into the mirror, pulled his lips back, and focused on trying to get the
fangs to descend on their own but had no luck. He guessed it was a good thing
that he couldn’t control his fangs yet making it less likely that he would go
off killing anytime soon.
“You’ve been
staring at yourself for hours,” Christian teased from the bathroom door.
Dean looked in
the mirror and smiled at his nude and confident Sire, “It hasn’t been hours.”
Christian stepped
into the bathroom and stepped up behind his fledging, “Do you like what you
see?”
Dean could feel
Christian’s bare flesh along his back, “Do you?”
Christian wrapped
his arms lovingly around Dean’s waist and rested his chin on Dean’s shoulder,
“You’re okay.”
Dean laughed in
amusement, “Okay?”
“I’m afraid that
my eternal kiss has done nothing to deter your vanity,” Christian grinned kissing
Dean’s shoulder. “And I am thankful for that fact my Love.”
Dean felt like
his skin was on fire as his Sire licked and sucked at the vein in his neck, “It
was my arrogance that attracted your attention in the first place, wasn’t it?”
Christian stopped
licking and looked attentively at Dean’s reflection in the mirror, “Actually…it
was your plump little ass.”
Dean felt
Christian’s obvious erection poking him from behind, “And here I was this whole
time thinking it was my keen intellect and my critical thinking abilities.”
“That attraction
came later once I got past my obsession with your ass,” the master vampire
teased. “Now I’m obsessed with your pretty pink mouth.”
Dean watched as
his Sire ran his hands gently over his nipples teasing them into upright
attention, and reluctantly found himself reminded of the plantation house near
Charleston where he had killed Christian’s twin, “Tell me about him.”
Christian looked
into the mirror in confusion continuing to molest Dean’s sensitive nipples.
“Him?”
“The one I
killed,” Dean clarified sheepishly. “The one I killed thinking it was you.”
Christian
frowned, dropped his hands from Dean’s body, and walked back into the bedroom
of the suite, “I wondered when you would ask me of him.”
Dean turned
around and admired his Sire’s long stout unclothed form, “Now seems like as
good as any.” He couldn’t help but to notice Christian’s muscular ass as the
older vampire bent over to put on his silk black boxers, and he felt the
insatiable need for Sire’s touch returning, “I hope you’re not upset with me
for asking.”
“Of course not,”
Christian replied pulling on his boxers and sighing as he sat down on the edge
of the bed. “You’re entitled to know about him. He was after all my brother,
and I sent him to his death.”
“You knew I would
kill him?”
“I suspected as
much,” Christian wearily responded. “After that fiasco in Canada, I knew that
you would never come to me willingly, so I decided while I was in that tomb
that if I ever saw you again I would make you a vampire even if you didn’t want
it…but I needed you to think that I was dead or temporarily indisposed of so
that you would let your guard down.”
Dean slid up on
top of the dresser and sat looking at Christian in dismay, “So why didn’t you
turn me in Pennsylvania? Why kill that prostitute and alert me to
your presence?”
“I guess I was
hoping that you still wanted me despite everything that had happened in Canada, but it was quickly apparent that you hated
me and would never turn to me willingly, so…I devised my little plan that used
my brother as bait.” Christian admitted without shame. “And you did exactly as
I thought you would with him.”
“And Dmitry…was
his death part of your plan to?” Dean asked hesitantly.
“No,” the older vampire
quickly replied. “My brother Constantine planned that one on his own. He
despised Dmitry at the best of times.”
Dean was somewhat
surprised that anyone could dislike Dmitry, “Why?”
“When Dmitry made
us into vampires, Constantine wanted to be the center of attention, and he
was for many years.” Christian smiled fondly in memory of his twin brother,
“Dmitry lavished us both with affection, but Constantine demanded all of our Sire’s attention, and
this vexed Dmitry at times.”
“What did Dmitry
do?” Dean asked in curiosity.
“Dmitry was
concerned that Constantine would never learn to survive on his own because he
refused to leave our Sire’s side,” Christian replied plucking at some lint on
the bed sheets. “Dmitry took him to Russia to see Alexei, but Constantine
refused to visit our Grandsire alone, so as punishment, Constantine was
abandoned in the dead of winter with a Napoleon invasion imminent.” Christian
paused thinking that this story might disturb his new Childe, but he wanted no
secrets between himself and Dean. “After that, Dmitry returned to Europe, fell under the spell of a certain stunning
redheaded woman, and never felt the same love for Constantine that he once did.”
“And Constantine resented him for abandoning him,” Dean
commented. “He learned to hate him.”
Christian looked
back up at his innocent fledging, “No, Constantine could never hate Dmitry, and that made him
enraged and disillusioned with our Sire. He wanted to hate and hurt Dmitry, but
he was so enchanted with our Sire that he could not imagine rendering him any
pain.” Christian paused listening to the soft whirling of the air conditioning
unit as it kicked on, “And when he made his way back to us and saw that Sicily
had replaced him in Dmitry’s arms, he was filled with malice and spoke harshly
of our Sire for many years.”
Dean knew that
unrequited love could make people, or in this case vampires, do irrational
things. “Did he still live with Dmitry and the rest of your family?”
“No, he came to
visit me at our Sire’s home, but mostly I visited him in whatever hellhole he
was living in at the moment,” Christian answered filled with a sudden sadness.
“He never trusted Dmitry again, and his heart was broken for eternity.”
“And he never
made a fledging?” Dean prompted.
“No, he was too
afraid of being hurt again, so he avoided making vampires.” Christian frowned,
“Ironic really.”
“What is?” Dean
asked sliding off the dresser and making his way over towards the bed to sit
with his Sire.
“He refused to
make vampires because he feared rejection…while I made vampires because I
craved my Sire’s attention and couldn’t get it like Constantine had in the past.” Christian softly smiled as
Dean sat on the bed beside him, “Dmitry and I were close but we never shared
that true unconditional bond that I crave with another being, and that is why I
made you Dean; to fill that void in me.”
Dean took
Christian’s hand in is own and squeezed it gently, “You keep talking about
Dmitry in past tense but we both know that Sicily will resurrect him like she
did you.”
“And I may have
to kill him myself if he comes after you or seeks revenge on me for getting Constantine involved in this situation.” Christian
sighed heavily, “Regardless, we won’t be able to show our faces to him or the rest
of my family until this has all settled down.”
“I’m sorry I’ve
made things so difficult on you,” Dean whispered rubbing his Sire’s hand along
his cheek enjoying the strength against his face.
Christian shook
his head in disbelief, “You have nothing to be sorry for Dean. I’m the one who
tore your life apart…and as appealing as it is to me for you to be submissive
in nature, I will not allow you to blame yourself for this mess.” Christian
tenderly kissed Dean’s mouth, “You are everything I have ever wanted Dean. You
can do no wrong in my eyes.”
“Just give me a
couple of days,” Dean honestly replied. “We both know that this bliss I feel
can’t last forever.”
Christian knew in
his heart that Dean was right, but it didn’t make hearing the truth any easier,
“You never know Love. You could be a
natural.”
“Right, and I’m
sure that I won’t have any problems killing humans and drinking their blood,”
Dean replied releasing his Sire’s hand and looking down at the beige carpet.
“We both know that killing humans goes against my very nature.”
“As it did mine,”
Christian quickly remarked. “You think I was overjoyed with the prospects of
killing when I was first turned?”
“Of course not,”
Dean shamefully replied. “I just meant that I have spent my entire life protecting
humans from things like you, and now I’m supposed to…”
“Things like us,”
Christian interrupted correcting his Childe. “You’re one of us now Dean. There
is no turning back for you.”
“But you forced
it upon me,” Dean argued. “You turned me against my will. You can’t honestly
expect for me to be kosher with killing humans.”
Christian could
see that Dean was apprehensive and nervous about his vampire nature, and a part
of him sympathized with his new Childe’s feelings, but he knew that second
guessing his decision to turn Dean could prove deadly to them both. “Dean…you
will learn to cope with your need for blood, and I will help you to overcome
this conflict of interest that you have, but you will kill humans to survive,
is that understood?”
Dean stood up and
began pacing the room suddenly filled with unease over the entire situation, “I
don’t know if I can do that.”
Christian stood
and stepped closer to Dean grabbing his Childe’s shoulders, “You will or you
die…simple as that.”
Dean looked up
into the taller vampire’s blue eyes and saw that Christian was quite serious,
“It’s not that simple.”
Christian wrapped
his arms around Dean and held him in a tight hug, “I will help you Love. I
won’t abandon you.”
Dean turned his face
and pressed up closer into Christian’s bare chest, “I don’t want to kill…I
never asked for this.”
Christian closed
his eyes trying to keep his temper at bay. He didn’t want to use the usual
scare tactics with Dean because he wanted his Childe to want to stay by his
side not out of fear but out of love. “I know you didn’t Dean, and I regret
that it was done this way, but I had no other choice. Your family made sure of
that.”
Dean tensed at
the mention of his family, and for the first time since waking into his vampire
life, he thought of Sam and John. “Do you know what Alexei is up to?”
“He’s with your
father,” Christian truthfully replied. “He’s most likely following him so that
he can kill your entire family in an act of revenge. Alexei is the type to do
just that.”
Dean pulled back
from his master in undisguised anger, “You knew about this the entire time?
When the fuck were you going to tell me that…after he killed my father and
brother?”
Christian sighed
in aggravation, “What have I told you about that mouth of yours?”
“That you like to
see it wrapped around your dick!” Dean yelled.
Christian was
taken aback by how quickly the love and admiration he felt from Dean had turned
to bitterness and hostility, “So true…but I’ve also warned you about your
language.”
Dean looked
around the room and saw his black t-shirt and jeans in the leather chair near
the bedroom door. He huffed over towards the chair and pulled the t-shirt over
his head. “This has got to be the shortest honeymoon in history…I’m getting the
fuck out of here!”
Christian watched
in amusement as his passionate fledgling began dressing, “And you think that
I’m going to let you just walk out that door?”
Dean knew that he
was acting recklessly, but he had to find his family before Alexei got his
hands on them, “Just pretend that I’m your hormonal teenage son who’s running
away from home because his daddy’s a big asshole who likes to manipulate and
lie to the ones he loves.”
Christian watched
as Dean got dressed trying to pick his words wisely. “Dean, in a few hours you
will begin craving sustenance that only I can provide. Do you really want to be
out on the streets alone when you are overtaken by the uncontrollable need for
blood and grab the first living thing you can get your hands on?”
Dean’s shoulders
instantly slumped in response to the dreaded truth, and he threw his jeans back
onto the floor, “You’re a bastard for doing this to me.”
“In time, you
will learn to forgive me,” Christian purred pulling his reluctant Childe into a
heated embrace. “You will soon forget all about this mortal coil and wonder why
you ever resisted in the first place.”
“I highly doubt
that,” Dean mumbled against Christian’s chest. “The idea of spending eternity
with you makes me sick to my stomach.”
Christian felt
his jaw tense involuntarily in response to Dean’s harsh words, “I knew that you
would be difficult to train, but I had hoped that I wouldn’t have to resort to
violence so quickly!” Christian threw Dean across the room causing the smaller
vampire to crash into the door, “I will never understand why you insist on
rejecting me in such a cruel manner, but as I’ve mentioned before, your new
vampire flesh will heal rather quickly which means that I can do this every
single night of your miserable existence, and yet…you’ll still be
heartbreakingly beautiful.”
Dean felt himself
being picked up and tossed across the room landing on the small desk in the
corner and grunted in pain as his body collided with the wall behind the desk.
He gingerly stood up and faced his master, “Is that the best you got?”
Christian smiled
evilly, “I’m just getting started…and you may think that you’re stronger as a
vampire, but you’re a weakling compared to me Dean.”
Dean wearily
watched as Christian stepped closer towards him, “But at least I can finally
put up a real fight you asshole!” Dean lunged towards Christian smirking in
satisfaction as his fist made contact with the older vampire’s jaw, “No more
sitting back and taking it like a good little bitch.” Dean hit Christian once
again satisfied that he had made his point quite clear, “I can’t live for
eternity like this…despising you and letting you bully me around.”
Christian rubbed
at his jaw impressed by Dean’s vampire-like strength, “You might not have much
of a choice in the matter.” Christian snapped out and hit Dean across the cheek
laughing cruelly when he heard the new vampire’s cheek shatter from the force
of the blow, “You’re so cocky Dean, but I’m afraid that you have miscalculated
your ability to overpower me.” Christian hit Dean’s face once again watching as
his new fledging fell to the floor, “It didn’t have to be this way Dean. I
didn’t want our first night to be like this, but as usual, your smartass mouth
has changed my plans.”
Dean felt himself
being lifted off of the floor and held in place as his Sire’s hand once again
smashed into his face. He could feel the blood oozing from his nose into his
mouth, and he involuntarily licked at his lips. Without warning, his fangs
descended on their own accord, and he roared in an uncontrollable need as he
attacked Christian’s neck in a ferocity he never knew he possessed.
Christian was not
surprised by his Childe’s attack and in fact had hoped for it, “Take from me
Dean…take from my body.” Christian endured the pain as Dean ripped into his
flesh in untamed aggression and pushed them both down onto the carpet as his
fledging feasted upon his blood. He rolled Dean onto his back and winced in
pain as Dean’s fangs sank deeper into his flesh, “This is your true nature now
Dean. The blood is your life.”
Dean couldn’t
seem to stop himself as he devoured his Sire’s life-force uncaring that he
resembled a lion attacking its prey on the savannah plains in Africa. Dean could feel the blood pouring down his
chin and down his own neck and growled in need as his Sire ripped off his
boxers and impaled him on his cock without warning. He could feel his body
sliding hard across the carpet sure that he would have carpet burn on his ass
when it was over, but he only held on tighter to Christian as he was fucked
into the floor and claimed by his Sire in a violent mating that had Dean’s cock
throbbing in need. Dean wrapped his legs around Christian’s hips and encouraged
his Sire to fuck him deeper and harder. The animalistic sounds coming from his
master only fueled his excitement and need for contact.
Christian could
feel himself weakening from the blood loss but knew better than to let Dean
know that fact, so he pistoned into his Childe’s body refusing to show weakness
to Dean, “Take until you are sated my Love…take what you need.” Christian
reached in between their bodies and grabbed Dean’s prick sliding his large hand
up and down the engorged rod of flesh, “You may always take from me as I can
take from you.” Christian bit down harshly into Dean’s neck clamping down on
the succulent flesh loving the sounds of anguish and pain coming from his
Childe. It didn’t surprise Christian in the least when Dean shot his milky cum
onto his hand because of the additional stimuli, and he felt himself explode in
pleasure inside Dean’s body loving the fact that Dean’s savage feeding had
trickled down to a sweet innocent licking, much like a kitten licking at it’s
own fur.
Dean held onto
Christian tightly even as he lavished his master in affectionate licks and felt
himself crying against his own will. He had lost control and had allowed his
need for blood to take over. He could feel himself trembling and cursed himself
silently for being so weak and pathetic.
Christian
released Dean’s jugular and smiled softly at his now terrified Childe. “Its
okay Dean…you’ll get use to this irrepressible need. It won’t always hit you so
harshly.”
Dean stopped
licking Christian’s neck and wrapped his arms around his Sire tightly, “What if
I don’t want this need? Why can’t I learn to ignore it?”
Christian sat up
on his elbows and looked sweetly into Dean’s tearful eyes, “Despite what you
think Dean, your vampire nature will win out, and you will find that you don’t
have much of a choice in the matter.”
“Can’t I feed off
animals?” Dean hesitantly asked.
“I won’t allow
it…simple as that,” Christian replied kissing Dean softly on the lips. “I will
kill you before I allow you to disgrace me like that.”
Dean knew that his
Sire was serious with his threat and remained docile and unmoving as his master
licked the now drying blood from his lips and chin. He knew that somewhere his
family was out there looking for him, and he could only hope that one of them
had the guts to do what needed to be done…destroy the monster that Christian
had created.
Part LXIV coming
soon
Feedback is very
much appreciated and is motivating…
Darkestangel
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