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Fallen Ch. 00

By: Nephylim



The boy is beautiful. Of course he is. If he wasn't he wouldn't be here. I always choose beautiful boys. I am like a connoisseur of fine wine, and there are many similarities I find; full body, sharp flavour and great head. I always pick the very best I can find and I have not found one like this in a long time. Perhaps I have been looking in the wrong places.

I have spent too much time in high class restaurants and on 'the circuit'. Aristocratic blood may not be blue but it is rich; too rich for the system in the end. And they are all the same, on the inside. There are no truly beautiful people left among the very rich.

And so I eventually got bored of playing the aristocrat and started playing the whore. Not technically of course. I give my body as and when I choose, not on the whim or for the money of anyone else. I take whatever body I choose too. No one resists me, no one can. No, when I say I have been playing the whore I meant playing with the whores. 

There are some pretty little whores when you know where to look, and some of them are even clean, not that disease means much to me other than that it spoils the taste of the blood and makes the body less robust. The main benefit of a whore is that they are usually alone. By and large they are on the streets or living in squats, eking out an existence by selling their bodies for enough for the next fix until either a trick turns nasty, the fix blows out their brains or age or disease makes them unable to get any more tricks.

I find whores convenient when I'm in a hurry but pathetic and sad. They are certainly not worthy of bringing into my home and gracing my stable.

However, now and again I find a pearl among the swine. This one isn't a whore at all. I have saved him from that. He was about to succumb, I could tell. I could smell it on him; his fear, his doubt, his need. He was in a bar, one of those dark seedy ones where you can hide in the corner making one drink last all night until you find someone prepared to buy you another one.

And he had no trouble finding people prepared to offer. He is, after all very beautiful. And I mean beautiful. There are a lot of pretty boys out there, a lot of handsome ones too. But there are very few truly beautiful people, girls or boys, especially on the inside. It's sad how many people, even the very young are rotten on the inside these days.

I sat and watched him for a very long time, feeling the fear and uncertainty swirling around him, wrapping him in a cocoon of misery. I simply watched and waited and gently nudged the right sort of people over at the right time to crank it up just the right amount.

He was on the point of leaving, sunk in terror and misery so complete that he would have been lucky to last the night; when I slid into the booth with him, tasting and smelling the miasma of distress and pushing a JD across the table towards him. He looked up at me and for the first time in centuries I had to restrain the shiver that passed through me.

It was dark in the booth and he was wearing black. I could smell that the brightness of his hair was natural and didn't come from a bottle, and the redness of his lips came from nothing but the pressure of his teeth. His skin was pale and flawless, his build neither to large nor too small, too muscled or too slender. His nose was straight, his lips full, his chin pointed and his cheekbones high. He was far more than pretty and when I looked into his eyes...

Lay aside the darkness that swirled in him, its scent an aphrodisiac of the finest calibre. Lay aside the hopelessness that made him vulnerable and sweet. Lay aside the fact that my trousers were already twitching at the smell of him. His eyes... right from the very start his eyes were something else.

I have never seen eyes like them. They are large and thickly lashed, over arched by finely defined brows and they are... they are... deep and bright and turquoise blue. I have never seen anything so beautiful, so strange or so corruptible.

He didn't smile at me. He was too far gone for that. He watched me suspiciously as his long slender fingers closed around the glass.

"What's this for?" His voice was light and soft, musical like a breeze through aspen.

"You tell me."

"I... I don't..."

"It could just be a drink, a no strings attached token of appreciation for your beauty. Or it could be an offer, or a down payment."

He glared at me and he was so close to throwing the drink in my face. The emotions pouring off him were arousing me to the point it was getting hard to control myself. He smelled so good.

"What do you mean?"

"Come now. Don't pretend innocence. I know exactly what you're looking for and I'm more than happy to oblige. I have been looking for a... companion and I am tired of the vapid, spineless fools on the other side of town. I came here looking for someone with strength and passion... and you came here looking for someone with money. It seems to me as if we could do business."

"Business?" He says softly, his perfect lips twitching and a tear forming in the corner of his wonderful eyes. "Is that what it is? Is that all it is?"

"What else?"

He looked up at me and it seemed as if he was going to say something but he didn't. I could feel the turmoil, the exquisite torment of his soul and in that moment his fate was sealed. Of course it always had been. From the moment I laid eyes on him there had been no doubt at all that he would be leaving with me: but that was the moment I decided that not only would he be leaving the bar with me but that when I walked away he would be coming with me and I wouldn't be leaving his body in the alley outside.

I watched for the instant he cracked. I saw the hope die in his eyes; the pride, the self preservation; everything fell like a house of cards as he picked up the glass and drained it in a single gulp. Slamming the empty glass down on the table he glared at me. "Alright. You have a deal. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want," I said slowly, my eyes flashing in the darkness and I saw his widen. "You should be careful what you promise to strangers, they might just take you up on it."

"Yeah well... right now I really couldn't care less."

"Oh I have no doubt about that." I leaned across the table and laid my hand over his. He shuddered but didn't pull away. I caressed his knuckles with my thumb and savoured the trembling. "I won't hurt you," I said and I meant it; I always do.

He raised his head to look at me with his bright blue eyes and something... uncomfortable squirmed inside me. There was something about that look that made me feel hot. For a cold blooded creature like I that is not a small thing.

Leaning further I raised my hand and laid it against the side of his face, letting my fingers slide into his hair. It felt silky and cool against my hand. His eyes, locked with mine, flickered as my fingers brushed the nape of his neck and he gave a little sigh. He barely noticed when I got out of my seat and slid in next to him, nudging him deeper into the darkness. No one gave us so much as a glance. If they had they would have seen nothing. I drew the darkness around us to make sure of that.

Still keeping my eyes locked with his, drawing him in and making it impossible for him to look away, I gently pressed him back against the seat and leaned over him. There was a flicker of fear in the aqua depths as I ran my fingers down his jawline to his throat while I brushed his lips with mine. For a moment he tried to pull away, tensed against me but then a number of things happened simultaneously to make any further resistance impossible.

First my hand, which had stroked down over his shoulder, moved quickly and expertly to the front of his trousers or, to be more precise, inside the front of his trousers. Secondly I breathed into his open mouth, saturating him with my breath and thirdly my fingers found the pulse in his throat and released an enzyme which was absorbed quickly through his skin into his blood.

The combined effect of the three events was that the boy jerked and stiffened, trying to push me away but it lasted only moments before he completely relaxed, his head falling back and his eyes rolling. Anyone watching at that point might have thought I had drugged his drink. They would have been wrong. I had no need of crude chemicals when I was more than capable of inducing extreme intoxication with nothing more than my body.

At that point the boy was virtually unconscious and highly susceptible to anything I wanted to do to him or suggest he do with, to or for me. I pulled back and looked down at his totally relaxed face, his blue eyes half closed, gazing dreamily into nothing. That same uncomfortable feeling squirmed in my stomach as I found myself wanting to touch him. Never being one to deny myself pleasure I did just that.

I took my time, running my fingers through his hair, over his face and throat. I opened his shirt and took my fill of his smooth tight body and then I released his manhood and took my fill of that too. The boy moaned and shuddered as I played his body and the scent of his sex and his arousal rose, intoxicating me with its sweetness.

Completely insensible to what was happening to him, aware only of the sensations that rippled through him the boy was mine to do with whatever I wanted. As I manipulated his hot erection with one hand I gently turned his head to one side with the other and brushed the hair away from his neck. The skin was creamy pale and smelled so sweet. I licked it and inhaled deeply, smelling the blood that pounded just beneath the skin. Licking and kissing and sucking I manipulated his neck with my mouth as I manipulated his cock with my hand, raising him higher with every stroke. Moments before he ejaculated I slid my fangs into his throat and I tasted the divine sweetness of the chemicals the orgasm released into his blood.

The boy whimpered and writhed weakly under me but he was lost, completely lost. Any slight chance he might have had to escape was long gone.

I didn't take too much from him. That wasn't the plan, just enough to make him mine. Then I sat back in my seat and, after tidying him, took time to savour my drink. It was nearing closing time and the crowd was thinning. Now and again someone looked towards the darkness of our booth but they saw nothing but shadows.

The boy moaned softly and stirred. I smiled because that was, in many ways, the best part, the part when they realise what I've done to them.

"What... what happened?" he asked in his musical voice. "I feel... I feel strange."

"Of course you do." I said smiling at him, making sure that my fangs were extended and visible. His eyes widened and he tried to get up but he had no control over his body. He did, however, notice the unmistakable signs of what had just happened to him.

"What did you do to me?"

"I gave you what you wanted."

"Did you fuck? What the hell did you think I wanted?"

"Release."

"Okay... I'm released... now let me go."

"You're free to leave whenever you wish."

"I can't and you know it."

His eyes flashed defiance at me. It was wonderful. Most of them were docile by that point, at least cowed. They were always afraid and he was afraid but he didn't show it. He would have died rather than show it. It was magnificent. Those amazingly blue eyes were steady on mine, the exquisite chin jutted and the cupid's bow lips were pursed.

"How wonderful. You think you can fight me. Do your worst little man." And he did. Goddamn it if he didn't try to get up out of his seat and walk out of there. I watched with amusement until exhaustion overcame him and he sank back.

"What have you done?" He demanded again. I just smiled. I like to play with them.

"Why?" He said after a while, softly, as if mattered.

"You're very beautiful."

He bit his lip and looked up at me, those incredible eyes fringed by lashes as white as his hair. He was astonishing. "That's not an answer."

"Isn't it? I thought it was a good one. It was good enough for me."

"What are you going to do now?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go away and leave me alone, but you're not going to do that are you?"

He was bright too. "No."

"Are you going to drink my blood?"

"I already have."

His eyes widened. "You... you have?"

"I like to drink blood that is young and fresh and full of sex."

He closed his eyes and groaned. "I remember..."

"Lucky you."

"So am I... am I a... am I like you now?" I had to laugh at that.

"Like me? Trust me you will never be like me and you should be grateful for it. No, you are not a vampire like me, nor will you be. It takes more than blood and sex to make a vampire. Not much more I grant you but there is a whole lot more ritual involved. We wouldn't want people being turned right left and centre now would we?"

"Could I... I mean could I be...?"

"You could but it's very unlikely to happen."

"Why?"

"Because you're not likely to survive for long enough."

He looked at me for a while with narrowed eyes. "If you are going to kill me why haven't you done it yet?"

I smiled: he's feisty this one. It takes a lot to scare him. "I have other plans for you... for now."

"Other plans?" he asked nervously, still struggling to show no fear even though I could smell it in him.

"You don't need to know what they are."

"Let me go."

"Persistent. I like that. Not enough to let you go but..."

I don't know whether it was pleasure or pain but I felt compelled to lean over and kiss him again. He moaned and tried to break away until I breathed into him and he was forced to relax.

"Fuck you, son of a bitch. You've drugged me."

"No..." I touched his throat and released more of the enzyme into his blood. He moaned and shivered, his eyes fluttering and rolling. "Now I've drugged you."

He should have been incapable of speech but he forced his eyes to settle and focus on me, which in itself was a hell of a feat and managed to speak a few words. He said. "Fuck you."

I laughed and got to my feet. "It's time to go my friend. On you feet now."

At my command his body shuddered and hauled him to his feet. He swayed and almost fell and I steadied him against my side. "Easy now, we have a long way to go." He gave me a look that clearly said. "How the hell do you expect me to go anywhere like this." I stroked the back of his neck and he passed out.

Fallen Ch. 01



When he woke he was here, in my home, and now he is sitting on a cushion at my feet leaning back against my leg. He's been here all night, not on the cushion but here, in my house. I got Chancey to clean him up when we got home. Chancey is my housekeeper. He's been with me a long time. He is beautiful too, in his own way. Once he sat on the cushion but he was far too useful to be a pet for long. And now he runs the house completely, keeps my stable, takes care of the staff. He is invaluable, not least because he has taken to the role so completely and is entirely respectful and compliant without any compulsion whatever. I think he enjoys it.

He took the boy away, bathed him, rubbed scented oils in his body and washed his hair. Then, in the morning, he dressed him in the way he knows I like and brought him back, still unconscious and laid him at my feet. As a reward, and because I was feeling mellow and gracious, I allowed him to drink from me. 

My blood is an intoxicant to humans and it bestows on them long life and vigour. Chancey has been with me a long time. He looks like a boy of fourteen or fifteen but he has been at my side for more than fifty years.

I wonder idly how old the new boy is. At my age it is so hard to tell. He's not a child for sure, although anyone under a few centuries old is a child to me. I lean forwards and raise his chin looking into his face. They always look younger when they are asleep. Hmm... Early twenties I think, although he may be a little younger.

He stirs as I examine his face and those fabulous eyes blink open and dazedly stare upwards. Of course he's not truly awake, he won't be for a while, at least until I have decided whether I want to keep him or kill him.

The boy stares at me with little comprehension but he sighs with pleasure and half closes his eyes again. I understand. For the first time in what is probably a large chunk of his young life he is clean and warm and comfortable and he feels safe. Of course the safety is an illusion but he is feeling it strongly nevertheless. 

I toy with his pretty hair and he sighs again.

"What shall I call you?" I muse. It is a small pleasure that I have, choosing names for my pets. Chancey got his name because of the chances he took with me that eventually led to his elevation. I changed it from Suki which is what I first called him, entranced by his smooth cappuccino skin, thick black hair and cat's eyes.

This one is not dark at all. Without the grime of the streets, the smell of stale sweat and fear he is pale as a ghost. His hair is long and silky, white a snow and soft as it too. His skin is milky with a pale pink blush over his cheeks. There is no spare ounce of flesh or blemish apart from the signs of recent violence on his throat, ribs and the side of his face.

His eyes flutter and draw my attention to their stunning colour. They seem lighter here than in the darkness of the bar, but brighter. They are the most intense blue I have ever seen in any eyes before. "You have beautiful eyes," I find myself saying. "The colour is stunning...Aqua." And I know that's his name.

"Aqua. You are Aqua. Do you like that little pet? Do you like who you are now?"

Aqua blinks and looks at me with eyes that are remarkably clear. "What have you done to me?" He asks softly, completely taking me aback. He is not supposed to be able to speak. Nevertheless I smile, letting my fangs show.

"I've done you a favour boy. I have taken you off the streets, snatched you away from a destiny which would have snatched away your life before the week was out. I have bathed you, scented you and treated your wounds and, above all I have refrained from killing you. I think you have nothing to complain about in what I have done to you."

Aqua regards me thoughtfully with his bright eyes which, frankly are creeping me out at this point and trust me that is no mean feat. "Have you drugged me?" He asks blinking.

"Not as much as I should have. And I really ought to put that right... right now." But I don't. I like to watch the confusion in his eyes as he struggles to process what is happening, what I am saying; fighting the effects of my venom. Well, there's one way of stopping that. Actually there is more than one way but this is the most fun.

"Stand up Aqua."

"I... my name is not Aqua."

"It is now."

"No I..."

"Stand up Aqua." I allow the command to leak into my voice and he finds it irresistible. His blood is still thick with my venom and he can fight it, more that he ought, but he can't resist. He looks even more confused as his body reacts without allowing his will or desire any say in it whatever. He raises dazed and slightly frightened eyes to mine. He should be a lot more dazed and considerably more frightened. 

I tilt my head to one side and regard him thoughtfully. Damn he's beautiful. Just looking at him makes my stomach tighten. I smile. At the moment I really don't have to worry about why. After all, if it becomes a problem I can just kill the boy.

Getting to my feet I walk slowly towards him and despite the conditioning he takes a step back. I reach out and bury my hand in his hair, caressing his cheek with my thumb. He flinches and tries to pull away.

"Leave me alone," he spits at me.

"No. You're mine now, get used to it."

"Yours?"

"My pet; one of my pets."

"No," he growls shaking his head.

"I would beg to differ... but I never beg."

"No I... I won't."

"You won't? What makes you think you have any choice in the matter?"

"I..."

I move closer so that his body is pressed against mine. "Guess what happens next?" I whisper into his ear, nudging his hair aside so I can kiss his neck.

"No I... I don't..."

"You don't what? Don't want me? Are you sure?"

He puts a hand against my chest and tries to push me away. He has more strength... mentally and physically... than I thought. How exciting. I like them to fight back, not too much but enough to make it interesting. However, there is a time and place for everything. I lower my head to kiss him. He struggles but I am strong, so much stronger than he is. I could easily crush him, snap his ribs like toothpicks. Maybe one day I will, just for fun.

"Let me go. I won't... you can't make me, you can't. I won't..."

"Oh yes, you will." I touch him lightly, just behind the ear and he relaxes, his mouth falling open allowing me access. I kiss him for a while as he still struggles weakly and then breathe into him and he collapses, going limp in my arms. I hold him tightly to me and as his head falls back kiss his throat, feeling the blood pump, the breath hiss. I smell the aroma of... him. For the first time in centuries I truly desire.

Sweeping him up in my arms I carry him through the door into my bedroom and lay him on the bed. He sprawls in glorious abandon, his eyes open but lacking awareness. There is no fight in him now. I straddle him, caressing his skin, letting that wonderful silky hair slide through my fingers. I lower my head to kiss him; his lips, his chest, his abdomen. Oh the smell of him. It drives me insane.

I stroke him and he moans, tensing, his back arching. I knead his abdomen and he closes his eyes moaning, his breathing getting faster. I could work his body, bring him to climax, taste his orgasm but this time, this time I want to share it.

Quickly slipping out of my clothes I lower myself onto him kissing his neck as I let his warmth seep into me. He puts his arms around me and lifts himself, pressing his body against mine, his face buried in my shoulder.

"Oh you are such a pretty, pretty thing." I murmur to him and he shivers at the feel of my breath on his neck.

Moving slowly under me he kisses my skin as he rubs his erection against my belly. I am not used to my pets reacting like this. Usually they are more quiescent. But I like it. I roll over onto my back pulling him on top of me. He raises himself and looks down at me. There is something in his eyes, something. 

Then he lets his head fall forward as if it is too heavy to hold up. It is. He presses his lips against mine and I open to let him in. He's good. Even in this state he wanders dreamily through slow pleasures that make my body tingle in a way I can't remember it ever having done before. It is almost uncomfortable.

I run my hands up and down his back, letting him play with me as his long lithe body writhes over mine. He has no idea what he's doing, not really. He is merely allowing his body to control him, acting on his needs and desires without any real consciousness. It comes on me to wonder what it would be like to make love to him when he is fully conscious, when his action are more determined, the look in his eyes is more...

I shake myself mentally. What am I thinking?

Flipping again I lay him on his back. He stares up at me, his hair spread out all around him, his lips bruised from kissing, his eyes dreamy but with a steeliness deep within that excites me. His hands reach up to stroke my sides and he is making little sounds, part whimper, part moan and part sigh. They are assailing my senses in the same way as his smell, his touch, his beauty. I can stand it no longer.

Gripping his thighs and pushing them back and apart I enter him without preamble. He cries out and his hands bunch the silk sheets beneath him. Breathing hard he arches his back and throws back his head the whimpers turning into growls. Who would have thought that such a pretty little thing would have such a wild side?

I ride him hard and he seems to thrive on it, panting, raising his hips to meet me, throwing his head from side to side and growling, low in his throat with his teeth clenched. Everything he does inflames me and spurs me on more and more.

At some point I let go of his legs and lower myself onto him, breathing in his scent. His hands claw at my back and I feel the long nails raking my skin, drawing blood. No one has done that to me for a very long time but rather than anger me the pain arouses me even more. Throwing back my head I howl and slam him harder as he raises his head and bites me.

Damn him, the little minx bit me. I should tear off his head. I should beat him to within and inch of his life. I should... I should... Oh Hel that was good. Do it again... oh Hel do it again. He does.

I am literally shaking and that is something I cannot remember having done before with a pet, ever. I am desperate, riding him harder, faster, further than ever and now there is no question of a whimper. He is a primal force that, if I had been capable of thought might have frightened me. But I am not thinking, I am simply reacting and it is good... it is so good.

I feel the energy rising in me and I know that I am close to release. I make sure that he is rising with me and I lower my head to kiss him. I breathe into him, but carefully. I don't want him to lose the edge, the passion. This time I am simply preparing him. He shudders and gasps and tries to jerk his head away but there is no question of it. Perhaps he has caused me to lose control... but not completely, never that.

Aqua's writhing takes on a new dimension. He is directionless caught only in the passion and he starts to shake. I smile against his lips and release them to let mine slide down to his throat, turning his head so that I have easy access. I am gasping with passion and I feel the tide rising beyond the point that it can stop. Aqua cries out as he convulses and ejaculates and I sink my fangs into his throat as my own climax sweeps over me, filling him in more ways that one, but carefully. He is too delicious this beautiful boy, too precious. It would be tragic if I threw away his life for nothing more than a moment's loss of control.

His blood is sweet, so very, very sweet. It is as intoxicating as our lovemaking had been. He thrashes weakly for a few minutes, high on the orgasm, but stills as venom from my fangs seeps into his blood. I have to be careful. It has not been unknown for me to lose control in passion and drain my pets too far. They are so fragile these pretty humans, they die so easily.

By the time I pull back he is beginning to slide but I have stopped in time. He will be unconscious for a time but he will recover. He is paler than ever and he trembles slightly with the effort of his body to cope with the diminished blood supply and to make more. He is very cold. I, on the other hand, am warm. I have leeched his heat and for a time I will be warm and sated. 

I smile at him and twist a strand of hair around my finger before trailing them over his chest and down to toy with his limp and sticky erection. On a whim I lower my head and lick him clean. He tastes so good. I linger for a while, kissing his stomach and savouring the smell of his sex. It makes me dizzy.

I raise my head and stroke his cheek. The trembling has increased and he is moaning softly. I stroke his neck and he goes still.

Dressing, I call Chancey. He takes one look at Aqua sprawled across the bed, a small amount of blood staining the white silk under his head, and clicks his tongue. He kneels on the bed and examines the unconscious boy.

"You have almost drained him, My Lord. What do you want me to do? Dump him?"

"No. Take care of him. I want to keep this one."

"What have you called him?"

"Aqua."

He nods simply and without question or comment. He is completely obedient and he knows exactly how far he can go. 

"If you want him to be undamaged he will need a transfusion, My Lord. Can I take it from the bank?"

I consider for a moment looking at Aqua. For an instant I am lost in him. If Chancey hadn't been there... who knows? I remember the way he fought me and then the way he fucked me when he should only have been capable of being fucked.

"Give him some of mine."

Chancey turns and stares at me. "Are you sure?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, not at all, My Lord. You know what you want and I make it happen but..."

"There are no 'buts' Chancey. Give Aqua my blood or I will open my wrist right now and you will suffer for it."

Chancey stares at me and shakes his head. He looks as if he is going to say something but then clamps his lips together and lifts Aqua easily in his arms, slinging him over his shoulder.

"And you had better make sure he's undamaged when you bring him back."

"You want me to bring him back?" He so astonished that he forgets the required form of address. I am feeling magnanimous and forgive him.

"Of course. As soon as he is able to stand get him bathed and dressed in something... suitable, then bring him back to me here."

"Suitable, My Lord?"

"Soft leather trousers. I like the smell of leather."

"It won't be tonight, My Lord. He will be sick for a time."

I frown at him, annoyed at him and at myself. "I didn't take too much."

"Of course not, My Lord. You never take too much. Perhaps he is unusually weak, but he is failing nevertheless."

Damn him. It is his way of telling me that I did take too much. Damn me.

"Whatever. Do what you can."

"Of course, My Lord. Is there anything else?"

"Nothing else."

"Yes Lord."

I feel strangely empty. I have never felt alone in this room. This is my inner sanctum, my domain. This is my sanctuary and I am often alone here, more often than not. I am always alone but I have never felt alone. In all my long life I have rarely felt alone anywhere.

I am restless. I would go on the hunt but I am saturated. I shouldn't have drained the boy so much. I almost killed him. And yet... There is something in me that says that it would take more than that, a lot more than that to kill him. It is tempting to tell Chancey not to give him blood, to wait and see what happens, but the thought of having his veins filled with blood that used to flow in mine is too tempting.

Although...

I hurry after Chancey. He has taken Aqua to the stable where there is a room set aside for treating the injured. Chancey is no doctor but he is well used to treating those I have taken too much blood from, at least those I want to keep. The rest never see this room, in fact they never see anything else at all.

I have rarely gone to the stable, I have no need to. This is Chancey's domain. He rules with an iron fist, but it is a fist encased in velvet. The other boys adore him. They think he keeps them safe, keeps them alive. I suppose he does. He schools them carefully in the ways of the house, how to refrain from displeasing me. Although it doesn't always make a difference. 

I have long ceased really caring about my pets. Sure I care about the hunt. It still makes my pulses race, but even that has been falling flat lately. Until now...

There is a boy lounging in the drawing room. He is warming himself by the fire. I recognise him vaguely, not someone I have taken recently. He scrambles to his feet in fear and confusion. I inhale deeply, the smell of fear has always made me horny. The boy is all eyes and hair. Actually he has very nice hair. I drift across the room towards him.

"I... I'm sorry, My Lord. I... I didn't know you would be coming. I..."

"Sssh." I croon as I take him into my arms. The boy is trembling, almost weeping with fear and it tastes so good, so... The boy stiffens as I brush away the glorious mane of his golden hair and kiss his throat. "Sssh." I whisper again as my fangs descend. He gives a little cry when I enter him and then he sighs and literally melts in my arms.

He is sweet. Young and pure by the taste of him. I wonder why I have not tasted him before. Ah... yes... he is the son of the aristocrat who pissed me off at the gala dinner last month. I took the greatest pleasure in taking his son away from him. And then I forgot the boy. Shame. He really is sweet. But...

After only a few moments I raise my head and look down at the pale anxious face. He hasn't had enough of my venom to do anything other than relax him. I smile and his eyes widen at the sight of my bloody fangs. Lowering my head I press my lips against his and he responds instantly. Chancey has him trained well.

Stroking his hair I bury my fingers in it and brush them against his throat as I breathe into his mouth. The boy's body shudders and then he goes completely limp in my arms. I gently lower him onto the sofa and caress his naked chest. He is very pretty. Ordinarily I would have played with him for a while but my heart isn't in it today. He tastes sweet but not... right.

Chancey has laid Aqua on one of the narrow beds and has already set up the equipment to transfuse my blood into his veins. He looks up as I enter and his eyes widen. "My Lord?"

"I have changed my mind Chancey. Have the boy bathed and brought to my chamber immediately."

"But, My Lord. Without the transfusion he will die."

"If that is his fate then so be it. Call it a test if you will."

"But, My Lord..."

"Chancey, you are my right hand man. I rely on you considerably. I would like to think that over the years we have become friends. I enjoy the evenings we spend together in the winter and I truly appreciate the work you have done and continue to do for me in my home and the stable. However, do not forget who is master here. You are not irreplaceable and I will not have my orders challenged."

Chancey bows his head. "No, My Lord."

"I am going out for a short while, only and hour. When I return I want to find him freshly bathed and naked in my bed. Alive or dead it makes no difference to me."

"Yes, My Lord."

I don't care what he says, I have lost interest in him. He could have said anything and I would not have heard. I find myself drawn towards the bed, looking down at the pale loveliness. Without the stunning blue of his eyes he is colourless and it has little to do with having been drained of blood. He is an alabaster angel and all I want to do is touch him.

As I watch his eyelashes flutter I almost take a step back when they rise over drugged eyes. His lips move and I find myself leaning forward to hear what he says. 




Fallen Ch. 01



Fighting off the urge to continue sleeping, Viola slowly began to open her eyes. Her vision was dazed, but could tell that it was unusually dark in her apartment. Thinking that it would be about noon when she awoke, Viola was anticipating dim sunlight peeking through the blinds from the only window in her studio. Body limp and numb from the alcohol consumed last night, she dared to not even try to move or rise.

Closing her eyes again she began to think back to when she got home last night. Embarrassment began to wash over her as she realized that the last thing she could coherently remember was a bartender shouting "last call" and her running over to order another cocktail. Everything after that was a blur. And yet another wonderful night! Keeping it classy Viola...

Ever since Viola lost her job a month ago everything seemed to be spiraling out of control in her life. She was alienated from her family, lost all of her so-called friends and was spending any money she had left in her savings account on cigarettes and liquor. Every day when she awoke from another one of her black-out, knock-out all nighters she immediately regretted it and wondered when she would reach her bottom.

Taking in a breath, she attempted to see the good in all this. Well at least I made it home.

With little resolve, Viola attempted to shake off her drunken grogginess and rise from her belly. To her shock she didn't move at all. Damn, I must be more hungover than I thought.

She tried again and was met with the same result. Panic surged through her body, awakening every nerve. Now alert, she could feel that her wrists were crossed and bound together tightly above her head. She tried to roll over to her side, but discovered that her legs were spread apart and tied down at her ankles. Feeling the restraints against her bare wrists, she guessed them to be leather. The boots and clothes she wore last night still seemed to be on her.

Even though she laid on her stomach, her head was turned to the side. As her cheeks warmed from the sudden rush of blood, Viola could tell that she was laying on a bare mattress. She lightly tugged at the straps and heard the sound of metal creaking. Her fear escalated as she realized that she couldn't be in her apartment. Viola may not have been the cleanest person in the world, but she made sure that she had her cheap Target bed sheets on at all times. Also, she had no metal headboard on her bed (no bed frame either, her mattress sat on box springs that were directly on the floor).

Fear steadily elevated towards hysteria. The new emotional distress mixed with the physical pains of a pounding headache and dehydration were making Viola feel ill. She opened her mouth breathing in and letting out air as fast as she could. Hope flashed as it dawned upon her that her mouth was not covered or gagged. For a moment she didn't feel so helpless and found a way to let out all of the anxiety building up inside. Shutting her eyes and clenching every muscle in her body, Viola took a breath in. Pausing for a moment she let it all out in a scream, one so loud it shook her own ear drums.

***

It seemed like she'd been screaming for about thirty minutes until Viola lost the strength to continue. Her chest collapsed against the mattress, throat sore from screaming nonstop. Taking slow shallow breaths into her mouth, she kicked herself for what she'd just done.

That did more harm than good. Viola was still trapped in the same position she was in before, now with even more physical pain wrenching her body.

Shutting her eyes in defeat, Viola began to try and think what her next course of action should be. Surely someone must have heard her? She feared maybe no one was around. That she was in some abandoned building in downtown with no trace of life for miles. Before her alarm could consume her once more, Viola tried to reason with herself that she couldn't be completely isolated in a city this big. Someone had to be around, even if she were taken to an abandoned part of town. At the very least some homeless people would be hanging out around to hear her.

Yeah that's exactly what I need. Some homeless, crackhead, good Samaritan coming to my rescue.

As she took in another gulp of air, a sensation rushed over her body. Her eyes were in vertigo. To keep from vomiting, Viola shut them tight and bit down on her bottom lip. Please keep it down... God, please don't let me throw up. It was the last thing she needed right now.

Her pleading must have worked because as fast as her nausea came, it left. Eyes still closed, Viola's mind began to drift off to blackness. Having no energy to fight it, she let the dark take over her.

***

To Viola's surprise, when she awoke again her body was in a new position. She now sat upright with her back resting on the headboard. Her arms were raised on both sides, once again bound by leather. Her legs were crossed over each other, with her ankles bound tight to the footboard.

As she slowly lifted her head around to see if she could make anything out in the darkness, a bright light illuminated the room from her right-side. Blinded by the intense contrast, she turned her head to the left and shut her eyes. Heavy footsteps echoed into the room. A light switch flicked and more light began to shine above her.

Growing accustomed to the luminescence, she turned her head into the direction of the first illumination. The light had come through a door and standing in the doorway was a man. Her eyes weren't completely adjusted yet, so she couldn't make out any details. What she could perceive at the moment was that he was wearing a black suit and that he was tall, very tall. Even though she was sitting she could tell that if she were to stand, he'd tower over her. That was something she wasn't accustomed to thanks to her modelesque height.

The man shut the door behind him, removing about half of the bright intensity from the room. Looking around briefly, Viola could finally see how small the room really was. Damn, and I thought my studio was cramped.

There wasn't much to look at. The walls were grey and concrete, and the only furniture in it was the queen size bed that she sat on. Looking forward, she saw that she was right in guessing that the headboards were some sort of metal. The frame appeared to be in an antique style with a brass iron color. She was also dead on in guessing that leather was what was tying her down.

Viola quickly looked over her body and saw that she was wearing the same long-sleeved green sweater dress from last night with black knee-high boots and ribbed tights. From what she could see there didn't seem to be any damage to her body and couldn't feel any pain, aside from the hangover she was recovering from.

Once she finished checking her surroundings, Viola's eyes went back to the man in the doorway. She decided that the best way to go about this would be to show no fear. To be calm and collected, so she could figure who he was and where he'd taken her.

As the man began to take a step towards her, she immediately felt her panic returning. "Who the fuck are you and what the hell is going on?"

Oh well, being calm is overrated anyway.

His response was a crooked smile.

This only irritated her further. "I'm fucking serious!" Her voice began to sound scratchy. Most likely due to all the screaming she had done earlier.

His smile only widened, now showing perfect teeth. He walked closer to her and with each step she noticed a new feature on his face. The man had dark green eyes, as mesmerizing as emeralds. The intensity of his eyes were magnified due to his fair skin. He was cleanly shaven with thick brown hair combed back. The smile on his face revealed round cheekbones and strong lips, the bottom one slightly larger than the top. Judging from his appearance, she guesstimated his age to be somewhere from late twenties to early thirties. Whoever he was, she couldn't deny that he was quite handsome.

The man stood over the footboard. Now that he was closer, she saw that he had a water bottle in his hand. Tilting her head to it she asked, "What the fuck is that for?"

Yet again this only made him smile, this time an eye roll was accompanied with it. "My, my, what a mouth you have."

She was surprised at how calm his voice was when he spoke. She felt slightly embarrassed for her own tone. Maybe calm isn't as overrated as I thought...

"At any rate, this was for you." He held up the water bottle and pointed the cap in her direction. "I figured you would need it for your hangover, not to mention for your throat. Judging from the sound of your voice, I'm guessing you need something to soothe it from all that screaming you were doing earlier."

She was shocked at how nonchalantly he spoke of that. She was screaming her damned head off and he didn't do anything? He didn't even check on her. Rage replaced any shame that lingered. Fuck calm.

She spoke between gritted teeth, "You heard me?"

"How could I not?"

"And you didn't bother to check on me!"

"Oh I did, when you were done. I came in and you were passed out again."

"What about when I was screaming!?" Her voice was cracking again. "I could have been dying for all you know!"

"I do know and you weren't. You were having a hissy fit and I'm not going to respond to bratty behavior. You were fine."

Viola was stunned at how stern he spoke to her, as if he was her father. "You have some damn nerve you asshole!"

He sighed and tilted his head back. "And I see you're still having your fit. Perhaps I should I leave you to yourself again."

"No!" That was the last thing she wanted. What she wanted was answers. "I'm fine."

He didn't seem convinced, but he remained where he was. "Good."

Okay try his way, be calm.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Looking up at him and she asked "Where am I?"

"In my home."

It amazed her that he actually gave an answer. She was relieved to know that she was in a home, hopefully it was somewhere downtown. Keep the ball rolling.

"And where is that exactly? You seem to not mind me screaming, but what about your neighbors?"

He chuckled, "I have no neighbors and even if I did my basement is pretty much sound proof so no one would hear you anyway."

All hope dropped. Where the fuck did he take me? "How can you have no neighbors? I mean we're in the city and-"

"No we're not." His face was serious as if to let her know that he was not bluffing.

With her mouth agape, Viola absently stared at the concrete ceiling and back at the man. Without thinking, she mumbled to herself, "I'm in a basement? Your basement is small."

This softened him slightly. "You're in a room that's in my basement." He began to walk over to the left side of the bed. "It's much larger than this."

Her eyes never left him as he leisurely walked and sat on the edge of the bed. His large hands began to unscrew the plastic cap from the water bottle. When he held the bottle to her lips, she tilted her chin up and refused to drink. "So who are you?"

Eyes fixed on each other, she saw that he seemed a little hurt by this question. "You truly don't remember me?"

From the pained expression flashing across his gorgeous eyes, Viola began to feel bad. Why she did, she couldn't comprehend. I'm the one locked up in his basement for God knows what purpose. Still her voice was soft when she spoke, "No, I don't." She felt like adding an "I'm sorry" to the end of that, but thought better of it.

Taking in a deep breath, "It's okay Viola, maybe you'll remember later."

Her head cocked back so fast it made a light thud sound against the headboard. "You know my name?"

"Of course, this isn't the first time we've met." He pushed the bottle back onto her lips, but again she refused. "You were drunk, but I didn't know you were that obliterated. My face isn't the slightest bit familiar to you?"

Eyes focused she stared at his face trying to draw up any memories. Blushing, she thought to herself, I could never forget a face like that! Did she meet him at the bar last night? Friends, if that's what you want to call them, had warned her that when she drank she became a huge tease with men. Some she remembered, others she did not. One thing that remained constant, she never once went through with a hook up. No matter how drunk she got, she was never that girl that crawled into a car with a strange man and woke up the next morning not knowing where she was. Well until now I guess...

Viola tried as hard as she could to remember anything from last night, but couldn't. Did she agree to all this? To hook up with him in some kinky way back at his place? Leather and bondage definitely wasn't her thing. The few times she did have sex it was vanilla and by all accounts, boring.

He tried a third time to get her to drink from the water bottle, but again she wasn't having it. His pained look turned to one of annoyance. "Stop being difficult, I'm trying to tend to you."

Ignoring him, "Look, I don't remember anything from last night." Glancing at her restraints, "I don't know what I... agreed to..." Considering this isn't kidnapping and/or attempted rape. Keep an open mind, benefit of the doubt and all that bull shit... "But I'm really..."

"You didn't agree to this."

His stern tone and face to match startled her. "What?"

He still wouldn't lighten up. "I'm trying to help you."

What... the... "He-hel-help m-me?" Her voice shook with every word. Couldn't decide if it was from anger or fear.

"Yes, your life is a complete mess. Partially due to your own negligence and rash decisions." Once again he pressed the rim of the water bottle to her lips. This time he added some strength to it, pinning her head in place so that she couldn't easily avoid it. He began to forcibly pour the cold liquid into her mouth. Some of it actually made it down her throat, but most of it flowed out of the corners of her mouth, down her neck and onto her dress. Using his thumb, he wiped her mouth dry and pressed the digit on the center of her bottom lip. "Eventually you'll see that I mean well, dear."

What... the... Something in Viola snapped. ...Actual FUCK! Gathering all the water and saliva in her mouth, she spat directly in his face. The drool hit him on his left cheek, right under his eye. Everything was so neat and put together, it delighted her to see some sort of flaw befall upon him.

She was about to open her mouth to tell him off, but was surprised by his quick movements. The man's hand quickly seized her ankles and untied the leather straps holding her down. Before she could even register that her legs were free, he moved his attention to her wrists. He released the restraints from the headboard, but not from her wrists.

Holy shit! I'm fre... As quickly as he liberated her, he pulled Viola close to him. Grasping both of her thin wrists in one hand, he threw her body forward. She now laid flat on her belly in his lap, arms above her head. One hand pinned her down, while the other possessively grabbed her thigh.

Heart racing, breath hastening, she sat still over him. I'm too scared to move... Even in her mind that sounded like a lie. As he forcibly slid his hand up her thigh and violently pulled the hem of her dress over her bum, she found herself feeling odd sensations running through her body. They felt almost... pleasurable. It's just the liquor, it's the God damned liquor!

Whack! His calloused hand came crashing down on her lower end, causing Viola to yelp. With her dress moved up, the only thing protecting her from his hand was her tights and underwear. Whack! Another one came down, landing in the same exact place as the first. The burning sensation caused her to twist and turn underneath his hold. She let out a frustrated moan when she realized that her flailing was getting nowhere.

Whack! "Enough with your whining." This time his hand stayed in place and closed into a fist with her tights wrapped inside. "The more you behave the quicker this will be." Rip!

Viola's tights split open, revealing black lace panties. The man smacked her ass again and repeated the same movements, ripping her underwear free. With her skin bare, he commenced smacking her ass. Focusing on one cheek for long, excruciating moments and then moving onto the other.

The first couple of hits wrought groans and screams from Viola. This only increased his rhythm. Realizing this, she bit down on her bottom lip and held everything in. He seemed pleased with her cooperation and lessened the blows. With each hit he would now pause for a moment, grab her reddened flesh and knead it soothingly. Each massage was quickly met with a release and another smack. It got to the point that as he began to let go, Viola would instinctively rock her hips up to his palm. He must have noticed this as well because he gave a light chuckle every time she began to rise up.

Smack! "Are you in pain baby?" No response, he cut the rubbing out completely and went back to slapping her ass. "Well are you?" Her head face down, she mumbled into the mattress. "Hmm?" Smack!

"Ye-yes." The weakness in her own voice shocked her.

Whack! "Do you want me to stop?" Whack!

She sucked in a breath on that one. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Whack! Whack!

"Ye-ye-yes... puh-ple-lease." God please let that be what this sadistic fuck wants to hear!

One last smack. "Good enough." He pulled her up and had her sit on her knees next to him. Her hands were still held together by his. Looking directly into her eyes he asked, "Do you see what you did to me?"

Do you see what you did to me!? She wanted to scream at him, but knew that she had no power to fight if he wanted to punish her again. His free hand pointed to the saliva that still graced his face. It had travelled to the center of his left cheek. If he thinks I'm apologizing for that...

"Well?" She stared blankly at him. "Clean it up." Again she said nothing, eyes shifting back forth. He growled low and pulled her closer to him, drawing her hands to his lap. "Lick it up."

Unable to hold her silence any longer, "You have got to be fucking with me?" He said nothing, only held her wrist tighter and pulled her closer. The pressure underneath his hand was getting to be too much. It reminded her of when she was kid and when bullies would give her Indian burns.

Willing to do anything to have him release her, Viola moved closer to his face. Tentatively sticking her tongue out, she slowly lapped up all of the spit from his face. I'm cleaning spit off of his face with more spit... Okay, whatever then. She guessed anything was better than the glob she left on him.

As the tip of her tongue slowly glided up his face, she felt his hand loosen around her wrists. His breaths deepened. When she licked up every last drop of spit, the man gave out a grumbled moan. The sound was so pleasant to her, that she began absently licking his cheek once again.

At first he tensed from this, but quickly relaxed and allowed her to continue. Her tongue trailed back down his face and to his neck. His masculine smell began to consume her. As if they had a mind of their own, Viola's thighs began to rub together, creating unbearable friction between them. At his muscular neck, she no longer used the tip of her tongue and began lapping up eagerly.

His moans intensified with each pass of her tongue. Between each lick, she softly let out a whimper against his skin. It took all of her strength to not press her lips and tenderly kiss everywhere she licked. The fiery sensations he left on her ass radiated through her body, helping to build a smoldering blaze between her thighs.

His hand completely let go of her own. Viola kept them in place, resting them on his thigh. With each flick of her muscle their bodies grew closer together, possessed by some magnetic pull. When her tongue began to gently circle around his Adam's apple, she felt her chest touch his. Through her clothing, she felt her breasts beginning to swell against his muscular chest. He must have felt her as well and pressed his torso firmly against her. Every heavy inhalation he took in caused his chest to slowly move up and down, creating small rasping pleasure against her nipples. Her thighs continued to work, spreading her moisture from her now aching sex.




Fallen Ch. 01



Whimpers growing higher in pitch, Viola made a light trail all the way down to the collar of his shirt. Just when she thought he would fall back, the man placed one hand on her cheek and gently guided her away. Tilting her head to meet his, she saw the he was lightly panting. Between breaths he rasped, "Leon."

Voice gone throaty, "What?"

"My name."

"Oh, okay. Well Le..."

"But you have no right to call me that." Letting her go, he quickly rose and headed for the door. "To a disrespectful girl like you, you can just call me sir." He left and slammed the door behind him. On the other side it sounded like he locked it.

Confused at what just happened, Viola fell over on the bed. She was free, but far too weak to stand. There she was, with torn and tattered clothes, laying on a stranger's bare mattress, with no clue as to how she got into this predicament. Her legs and arms were weak from alcohol, throat sore from screaming and ass lit on fire. To top it all off she now was burning with desire for the asshole that put her in this situation.

Remaining on her side she absently thought... Yep, I think I reached my bottom.

To Be Continued...



Fallen Ch. 01



"Fuck you."

I can't stop the grin that spreads over my face. I brush his cheek with my fingers and he jerks his head away. Delightful. He is still fighting me, even now, and he still has the strength to. I am really starting to enjoy this one.

Chancey hisses. "My Lord."

I look up at him, annoyed. "What?"

"His eyes, My Lord."

Surprised I look down and my heart jumps when I see the flicker of red behind his pupils. Can it be... can it possibly be...?

"His eyes are not your concern Chancey. Get him to my room within the hour and I will worry about that. No... I think I will be gone longer than an hour. I don't want him left alone, not for a minute. Stay with him no matter what."

"What if he...?"

"You can be sure that he will not." Aqua's eyes have closed again but the red flame remains lit deep within him. It calls to the one within me. I shake my head to break the spell and turn. At the door I pause. "There is a boy out here. See he is cared for. I have taken very little from him but he will need... relief."

"Yes My Lord." He knows the score.



Fallen Ch. 02



The outside air is cool and fragrant. The garden of my home is second to none. I have kept it this way for almost a thousand years. The terraces remind me of... somewhere else. I follow the laid out paths to the maze and then wander through its spirals. No one walks the maze but me because it leads to somewhere else.

At the center there is a summerhouse. It is round and domed and faced with white marble. All around there are tinted glass windows, and inside it is part greenhouse and part lounging area. A stream runs through it. Ivy and roses climb over the walls and there are grapes hanging from the ceiling. A waterfall imbues it with the constant sound of running water and all along the edge of the stream small willows weep.

There is a bridge over the stream, a simple bow that leads from the glade into an area not so much carpeted with grass... as with carpet. There are low tables - bearing oil lamps, and bowls of nuts and fruit - sofas, a drink cabinet which is always kept well stocked, and today an easel with a large canvas set on it.

There is a woman standing before the easel, busy painting on the canvas. She is tall, as tall as me, with long black hair held back by a series of complicated plaits at the front. She is wearing a black dress that reaches to her ankles, with a belt of silver links that extends over her hips in a ragged 'skirt' of mail.

"Good evening, Sartorian. That is what you are calling yourself these days isn't it?"

"You are a few hundred years out of date, Astaria my dear." I say as I brush the hair away from her neck and kiss her ear from behind. She chuckles.

"Then what?"

"My Lord," I murmur in her ear. "Or Radu to my friends."

"Ah, playing on the Romanian angle again."

"There is a 'fashion' for vampires from 'The Old Country'."

"The Old Country? Romania did not exist when we were young Luma."

"Now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time, not even from your lips. Are we feeling reminiscent tonight?"

"We're feeling... disturbed, Luma."

"Yes... I know what you mean." I leave her and pour a drink from the bar. "Would you like wine?"

"From your own grapes?" 

"Of course."

"Are these the same grapes?" she asks wistfully taking the glass.

"The very same." I brush one of the bunches gently with my fingers. "These vines once grew on the terraces of Eden."

"Not quite." She smiles. "Although I suppose it is all considered Eden these days. The valley, the gardens, the city." She sighs.

"Homesick, Astaria?"

She puts down the glass and wanders over, melting into my arms. My own glass falls from my fingers as I embrace her and am lost in her kiss. "You-sick," she whispers. Have you ever felt that your heart was breaking, that any moment it would shatter into pieces and choke you? Have you ever felt that sorrow would crush you until the weight of it powders you to dust? Have you ever loved someone so much that the thought of being parted from them for even a moment is a burden too great to bear?

"I miss you, Astaria."

"I have always missed you, Luma. You were the light of my life, the only light that has ever illuminated my life."

"I can't bear it. These moments are too brief and getting briefer. It is so rare now that our worlds are close enough to touch and I can see you, touch you, love you."

"Do you love me only at these times, Luma?"

"You know I don't. I love you every moment of every day, and I always will. I have never touched another woman and I never will. I will never touch anyone with love, never."

"What about your pretty boys?"

"They mean nothing to me. They are a means of satisfying my desires, while keeping my promise."

"What about the new one?"

"Aqua? He is... wait... how do you know about Aqua?"

She smiles at me and looks up into my eyes with her beautiful... "Astaria?"

Touching the side of my face she smiles. "I cannot be with you as I am, not in this time, not yet, perhaps not ever. But I have sent you a gift. It is a way for neither of us to have to break our vow. You cannot come to my world and I cannot set foot in yours; but for a moment, a brief moment I was able to hold open a gateway. Long enough to cast part of my soul through. 

"I watched it settle on the boy. He was close to death, only minutes old, his mother taking her last breaths even as she held him. I waited until his last breath. It turned his hair white and changed his heart. She saw it, his mother. She was a wise woman; she saw it and died with a smile on her face. I have taken her as a handmaiden."

"He has your eyes. That always bothered me; that and the strange connection, the hold he has over me."

"He is not me, my love. He is only a very small part of me. You will have to woo and win him... but he will be drawn to you as you are drawn to him, and if you are careful you will be soul mates, partners for life. Through him I will feel your touch and you will feel mine. We can be together day by day and perhaps the ice around your heart will thaw, and the pain around mine release a little. It cannot be me but it can be a part of me, the best part of me, the part that loves you. And when the ice melts it will let love in. By hiding from it you are not honouring me, my love, you are hurting me."

I am stunned. I can barely take in what she is saying. She and I were parted by a curse many centuries ago... too many, way too many. There was a war and we were on the wrong side. Part of our punishment was to be bound in different worlds that could never touch, and to live eternally, to bear the pain of separation forever.

Over the years, we have found a way to bring the worlds together for brief periods... an hour, maybe two, at certain times of the year. I have trapped a gateway here, in this place, the place that my maze leads to, the world inside the summerhouse that exists neither in her world nor in mine.

It is no mean feat to detach part of your soul and send it through a gate. More difficult again to send it to a specific place, a specific person. She has expended considerable effort for my sake. She is so beautiful, so very beautiful. If only...

"There is no point in thinking 'if only' Luma."

"How...?"

"You should know by now that I read your face as easily as I read the messages you leave for me in the wind."

"I know."

She lowers her eyes and a look of unbearable sadness falls over her face. "I have to leave, Luma."

"Already. It is not an hour yet, the gate..."

"No, Luma. I have to leave this place, leave you."

"No. I live for our meetings, Astaria. Without them I cannot go on."

"That is why I have sent you my soul. There is war coming, Luma. I want no part in it, not this time. They are closing all the gates and we will not be able to meet here again. They are sending me away. They do not want me influencing the tides of war."

"When will you come back?"

"I don't know. Maybe never. They are sending me somewhere from where I don't know if I can ever return, not like this."

"Where... where are you going?"

"Back to the spiral, Luma. I am to be born as a human again."

"Then I will find you..."

"One day, perhaps: in a hundred years, or a thousand. Until then... you have the boy."

"He's not enough."

"Give him a chance, he will be."

"No Astaria. I will not suffer it. I agreed to the Council's demands only on the basis of their promise that we would have this time together. I will not suffer it. I will demand release from my vow. They have broken theirs and..."

"No, Luma," she says softly. "They did not break their vow. They did not impose this on me. It was something I sought, something I asked for."

"But why?"

"Because I cannot go on this way. I cannot bear to have you only for a few hours here and there. My heart is breaking and I can't take it anymore. You would never break the agreement because you could not bear to lose even that. I had to take the step myself. With war coming, the Council is wary of me. They know how I feel and they fear that I will take direct action and upset the balance. I allowed my love for you to do that once and I can't do it again. I cannot be responsible for tearing apart our world again, not now, not when it needs to be unified.

"This way, I get what I want, and so do they. I am happy to follow the circular path again, my darling because I know that eventually it will lead me back to you. One day you will find me and we will be together forever. Until then take care of my soul. Take him through the ritual and hold him close until I come again."

"And what shall we do with him then?"

"Share, my darling, share. Besides, if you give him part of your soul during the ritual he will contain a part of both of us and it will make it so much easier to share him when the time comes."

"What if he doesn't want to go through the ritual? What if he will not accept..."

"My darling, he contains my soul. How could he resist you?" She pauses and her face takes on a different expression. "I have seen what you do to your boys, Luma."

"I'm sorry."

"Luma, did I say I disprove?"

I hold her close again and kiss her deeply. "That is what I have always loved most in you. You're as ruthless and cold hearted as I am."

"Nonsense. There is nothing cold hearted about either of us, not if you allow yours to thaw. You really have to learn to be more careful with your boys. You have broken quite a few that I had grown fond of. There is no need for you to go through them as fast now. You have been searching for a long time you know... and now you have found.

"I would not ask you to keep faithful, but I do ask that you be more careful. Fill your stable and then take care of them, so that you don't need to hunt for more. Human life is not disposable, Luma," she says sternly. "Remember, I will be human too, very soon. Learn to respect them, because you will never know when one of them might be me."

I can't help but smile. "I will remember that."

My footsteps are heavy as I tread the paths of the maze back to my world, my home, if home it can be called. Can there be a home without a heart? Although... although perhaps now there is a heart, or at least there will be. In human form, there can only be potential in the boy. I will have to change him and, in doing that, I may lose him. How can I take that chance now? How can I not?

I remember the way I left him but my heart doesn't beat any faster. It is in the hands of the fates and what will be must be. If he dies then I will give him the respect due to the honoured dead and I will wait. I have waited this long.

When I return to the house, I feel the need for release and I cannot take it with Aqua and so I wander into the kitchen. This tends to be the heart of the house where all the boys gather. As I enter they look up and, when they see who it is, they rise from their seats and bow before me. In every eye there is a flash of fear.

I let my eyes wander over them and then beckon to one, a tall, slender, graceful boy with long, copper coloured hair and amber eyes. He is beautiful, the most beautiful in the room but not as beautiful as Aqua. For the moment I forget his name.

The boy drifts to me with eyes downcast in proper obsequiousness.

"Where is Chancey?"

"With the new boy, My Lord."

"Of course." I had forgotten my order that he was not to be left alone. Good, I will not have to think of him for a while. On a whim I beckon to another boy, equally tall but more muscular. His eyes flicker for a moment but he is as obedient as the first... ah yes... Pen I called him, and this one is David. I smile to myself, coincidentally I have made the best choice possible... but there are no coincidences, especially not tonight.

The boys expect me to lead them to my chamber but I don't. It is occupied. They exchange glances when I choose another room. I smile to myself but then remember Astaria's words and sigh... tonight they have nothing to fear.

The room that I have chosen is richly appointed in shades of russet and gold. There is no bed but a mound of silken cushions on the floor, in the centre of which is a sunken bath faced with a mosaic of that which takes place within it. Perhaps I will have it refaced, or perhaps leave it as a reminder. I will miss it, but I am faithful to her in spirit, if not in body.

I close the door and direct the boys to remove their clothes. They do so, and so do I. They are beautiful; very different, but both flawless in every way. I have made sure of that. Caught forever in the bloom of youth, forever straddling the narrow bridge between boys and men, they are beautiful; magnificent. 

Ignoring David for a moment I approach Pen and kiss him deeply. He responds instantly, as he has been taught, and I caress his back. He presses his body against mine, and I wrap him in my arms. I breathe into him, but gently and very controlled. He shivers and increases the passion in his kiss.

I know that his mind is now completely focussed on pleasing me. I break free and he looks disappointed. "Wait." I command, and he does so with hungry eyes.

David is looking a little nervous but that will be gone soon. Taking him by the hand I lead him towards the cushions and he follows obediently, nervously eyeing the bath as we skirt it. On a whim, I have him stand at its edge, and I smell the fear rising from him like a heat haze.

I motion to Pen and he comes to us, standing in front of David, who is trembling now. He is afraid, but too well conditioned to complain, beg or try to run. I have Pen take him into his arms, still perched on the edge of the bath, and kiss him. I stand behind him and run my hands over his tight abs while I kiss his throat. He is trembling violently, and not because of passion. I know that his eyes are open and staring into the pit.

Although I know that I am being cruel, the sweet smell of David's fear excites me. There are steps leading down into the bath and Pen helps me half carry him into it. He is weeping with fear, shaking so badly he would not have been able to stand if I had not been holding him. The tiles are cold on my feet and he is hot in my arms. My erection presses against him and he whispers. "Please." His voice is thick and his face wet.

At a signal from me Pen, who looks almost as frightened as David, gracefully folds to his knees taking David into his mouth. I know that he is good, I have experienced his skill myself and I like to taste the arousal he creates in others. As Pen draws David quickly to full arousal, I brush his hair back from his neck and kiss him, licking the salt from his skin. He is still weeping, and I smell the terror through his skin. 

He knows what happens to those who are brought into the bath and he believes it is about to happen to him. It is so cruel, so indescribably cruel, but I can't help it. The smell of fear is driving me crazy.

Reaching around him, I press my fingers into his groin as Pen's actions cause him to arch his back, pressing his head against my shoulder. I release venom into his blood; not enough to render him unconscious, but just enough to intoxicate him so that he is feverish from Pen's attentions. Soft moans are emanating from his lips as I kiss his neck with butterfly kisses and let my hand rove around his hips to slide between his buttocks and tease his entrance. 

"Release him quickly, I murmur." And Pen raises him almost instantly to a point of almost imminent release. "I wonder; do you need to take a bath tonight?" I whisper into his ear and he stiffens. I can feel his heart beating frantically. I take a step back so that he feels that he is falling. At this point, it is only the effects of my venom that stops him from trying to break free. He chokes out a plea, raising his hands to grip my arms in supplication, but he is helpless in the face of his impending climax and he is screaming as he falls over the edge.

I plunge my fangs into his neck to taste the exquisite flavour of sex and fear.

I don't take too much. This is not the last time I will feed from him tonight. He convulses in my arms, gasping into silence as my drug seeps into his veins and brings him close to oblivion. When he ceases to struggle, I instruct Pen to carry him to the pillows and lay him on them. Pen snatches him up in his arms and I notice there are tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Pen. No one is bathing tonight."

David is semi conscious, his eyes half closed and his breathing deep. He is truly beautiful and I have a slight pang of regret for having made him so afraid. Astaria would not have approved. Well alright, if I have to get soft, I'll get soft over her. Isn't it enough that I've taken the bath out of commission? There are other things scattered through the house that will be decommissioned also, but that will come in time, for now I have other things on my mind.

I kneel on the cushions between David's legs and gently stroke his stomach. He tenses and moans, then snaps to greater awareness with fear blazing in his eyes.

"Ssh." I croon, stroking his inner thighs and kneading the joints with my thumbs. There are pressure points there that don't need drugs to induce states of intoxication. David moans again and his head falls back.

For a while I massage his lower body, carefully avoiding his genitals, until he is excited again. Spreading his legs further I have Pen take my place and direct him to press against his entrance but not to move forward until he is invited by the acquiescence of David's body. Immediately, David stiffens and tightens his muscles. Pen stops and, at further direction from me run his hands over the hot, tight skin of David's belly in long strokes from ribs to pelvis. David trembles and whimpers, but tightens even further.

Sitting cross legged, I lift his head into my lap. He looks up at me with dazed eyes and I smile. Hesitantly, not really aware of who I am or what is happening to him, he returns it and I croon to him.

"Good boy, David. You are a good boy. Relax now, David, relax. No one here will hurt you. No one will harm you. Relax." As I speak I bury my hands in his hair and begin to massage the back of his neck, elongating his spine. He sighs and parts his lips, his breathing quickening slightly and his body twitching both from the touch of my fingers and Pen's attention.

Slowly, I draw his head back further, my fingers pressing into his spine, bending it backwards, my thumbs against the pressure points behind his ears, causing his eyes to flutter and his lips to move wordlessly with his stuttering breath.

"Ssh," I whisper again, drawing his head back even further, making him arch his back. He squirms as Pen, feeling resistance weaken, presses into him, just a little. David bucks and cries out, tensing again and Pen stops, continuing his long firm strokes over David's belly.

David is gasping and I lean forwards, blowing into his gaping mouth, just a little, just enough. He looks up at me, his eyes dark and distant, and I release his head and stroke his face on each side as he relaxes and Pen pushes again. Instantly he grunts and jerks, trying to sit up but I draw him back, my hands on his neck again, stroking the pressure points and slowly, slowly releasing just enough venom to force him to relax just a little more, just a little more, just...

"Ssh now, David. Relax. You're safe here. No one is going to hurt you, no one. Feel the pleasure David, feel it. You and Pen are one now. You like Pen don't you. I see the way you look at him and he at you. I know that you have wanted this, wanted him to take you. So relax now, let him in."

With a sigh David's body relaxes, then relaxes again; whether because of my voice or my venom I don't know, and Pen pushes all the way in. This time David neither struggles, nor cries out, he just moans and arches into it.

Slowly, very slowly Pen slides in and out and David moves with him, his hands clenching and releasing, his legs parting even wider to allow Pen greater access. Pen keeps the stroke very slow and begins to toy with David's cock which is now hard again.




Fallen Ch. 02



With every step Leon took to get to the top of his basement staircase, he had to talk himself out of running back down them and finishing what he started with Viola. Finally at the top, he stood in the kitchen. Without thinking, he paced to the sink and turned the faucet on cold, placed his hands underneath the cascading water and threw some in his face. With a sharp breath in, he proceeded to do this again and again.

The freezing droplets fell from his chin and into the double sink beneath him. The water did nothing to remove Viola's consuming scent from him. With each inhalation, he was reminded of her wanton licks and moans against his neck. Every movement of her tongue against his skin sent electrifying currents through his body, increasing his heartbeat and rushing blood through every vein. The only thing that seemed to quicken more than his heart was his pulsating shaft, that was still continuing to strain and ache for release.

God, how he wanted to rip the rest of her clothing off and take her down there. He'd been teetering on the edge of losing complete control from the moment he ran his hands against the smooth stockings on her thighs and ass, the stockings he then proceed to rend from her body. Shutting his eyes and taking in a deep breath he thought to himself, don't think about that right now. Regain composure. He did not want their first intimate encounter to end with him mindlessly screwing her like some depraved animal. Deep down he feared he would not enjoy it as much if his mind was not focused and all senses sharp.

Calm at last, he turned the water off and lifted his head to stare outside the window in front of him. From this view he could see the walkway on the side of his house leading to the backyard, decorated with mounds of half melted snow. The thicket of trees and bushes that ran parallel with the walkway had no leaves and no sign that any were going to grow soon. This picture was illuminated by soft pinks and oranges coming from the setting sun. 

Leon looked over his shoulder to clock on the microwave, it read 6:32 p.m. She wasted over twelve hours of the day blacked out... Leon was able to bring her to his home at about 4:00 a.m. this morning after watching her get intoxicated downtown. It was not the first night he had seen her get out of control or speak to her... Despite her fleeting memory... But it was the first and only time he ever stepped in and did something.

After working late, Leon headed over to the bar across the street from his office. It was the only bar he frequented downtown and for whatever reason it was one of Viola's night haunts as well. She sauntered in around 10:00 p.m., already a little tipsy, and threw back drinks until closing time. 

During the evening, Leon observed her from the other side of the bar. For four hours he nursed and sipped a total of two drinks, but ended up losing count of how many shots and cocktails she had. When the bartender yelled "Last call," Viola immediately got up and clumsily ran for the bar, knocking chairs over in the process. The bartender finally gained some good sense and cut her off. Took him long enough.

The next events were embarrassing for Leon to watch (and to rethink). Viola began to throw a fit for being denied another drink and even knocked glasses off of the bar counter. The bartender was getting ready to throw her out on her ass when Leon stepped in. He grabbed her arm and said that he'd take care of her. At first she threw out obscenities to both of the men, but then, as if she was a child who found a long lost friend, she smiled at Leon and said "Oh hey! It's you!"

Her recollection of him, and greeting him in a bright manner, helped dull the shame he felt for claiming a belligerent drunk. He loved it when she smiled at him. Leon felt himself softening at the thought of her full pouty lips curling at both ends, lifting the muscles in her face to show off her impressive high cheekbones and dark sloe eyes. She was without a doubt stunning, but sadly all her beauty was beginning to be watered down with her heavy drinking.

He began cursing Viola for her excessive alcoholism. Why does she have to be so irresponsible? So unrefined? So... Irresistible to him? Everything about her enthralled his senses from the moment he first saw her almost a year ago. Back when she'd only show up to the bar at best once a week and behaved more genteel. Back when she had a job... Thinking about that made him sympathize for her. If what she had told him about her situation was true (she was drunk of course when they spoke of it), then he could see why she was running for the bottle. 

But no more of that and no more of her impetuous behavior. She was his now, and Leon was going to take care of her. And in return she'll take care of me. He desired her fiercely and desperately wanted to enact all of the sexual fantasies he had once shared with her. It had been a couple of weeks ago since he accidently revealed some of his deep, dark erotic wishes to her during a whispered conversation at the bar. Leon had no intention of doing so, but in a rare instance he had consumed too much alcohol, developed impaired judgment, and completely lost the filter between his thoughts and vocals.

After the words left his mouth, he expected her to recoil from him. He was sure she was drinking too, so he expected her to slur the words "pervert" and "freak" at him as well. Leon expected her to react the same way every other girl or ex-girlfriend did when he shared this, but no. To his surprise and delight Viola's response was a cute smile and "Sounds fun. Wish a guy would do that stuff with me."

He put his fist to his forehead. Why hadn't I tried to sleep with her that night? Because he was completely taken aback by her response and didn't know how to proceed. Why can't she remember that conversation now? Because he underestimated how much she had drank that night. Why did I even bother bringing her to my home? Because he'd surely go mad from desire if he had to go to bed one more night fantasizing about her and fucking his fist until release.

You're too far gone now, no turning back. Might as well enjoy her. Viola was here and at this point he could not let her go without repercussions. He should not feel shame about this. After all, if he had not stepped in last night she would have been thrown out into the cold, completely incoherent. He doubted she would have made it to her home safely. No, surely someone would have found her passed out in the gutter somewhere and would be doing much worse to her at this very moment. 

Wish some guy would do that stuff with me. She was practically inviting him. Leon was calm again and resolved with his next course of action. He looked down at the water residue left in the sink bowl and onto his soaked shirt. He smirked at his new, fun idea. 





Fallen Ch. 02



Her eyes went down to her lower half as well. She gave an annoying sigh and said, "These were some of my favorite tights ya know." Grabbing the tear at her crotch, she split her stockings completely in half. "Thanks a lot"

No, thank you sweetheart! Leon had to fight every urge to open his mouth, as she continued to forcibly grab and rip the fabric off of her. My God she might not be trying, but she is definitely pleasing me!

With the stockings gone, she unclasped her bra and tossed it over with her dress. Viola stood with her hands on her hips, staring back at him. "Satisfied?"

Yes! "Not quite. You only fulfilled one of my two tasks for you." Before he went to the room to get her, Leon had stopped in here and left some toiletries for her. He reached in the corner close to the toilet, grabbed a body wash bottle and a hand towel, and tossed it over to her. To his disappointment she caught both. 

Dropping her supplies to the floor, Viola turned to the faucet handles on the shower. She turned the hot water one. Nothing came out of the shower head. She tried the cold one. Not even a drop. "What gives?"

"Hmm... Oh yes, how could I forget?" He did not. "The pipes to the shower don't work. Never got around to them. Lucky for you the pipes to sinks here work just fine."

Leon could tell that she was doing everything she could to keep from screaming at him. Voice shaky she replied, "You expect me to crawl in a sink and bathe?"

He gave a half laugh, "Of course not." Lifting the end of the garden hose. "See? Just for you." Surely she'll scream now. No, instead she reached her palm out, waiting for him to toss her the nozzle. "Hmm, I think I'll control the water. Wouldn't want you wasting any more than you needed."

"You know what," Finally, she snapped. "You're a fucking dick!"

While she was shouting, he turned the cold water on. As the last word left her mouth, he turned the nozzle on and blasted her chest with cold water.

An amusing little yipe came from her. "You son-of-a-whore!" The water ran down her body, leaving her dark brown nipples to tighten.

With a smile on his face he commanded, "Start washing."

"Fuck off!"

He blasted her again, this time aiming for her thighs.

"Goddamn it!"

"Keep it up and I'll have to wash your mouth out with soap." This time he aimed for her face.

She fell to her knees on that one. "Eat a dick and choke, you bastard!"

Okay, that's it. He left the nozzle on full blast and proceeded to drench her body in cold water. Viola twisted and turned in place, revealing her still red bottom. Leon smiled, proud of bright red marks that would soon turn into dark purple bruises.

Once he knew she was thoroughly soaked, he turned the water off and walked over to her. She was shivering on her knees when he knelt beside her. She spat water onto the floor. At least it was the floor this time. 

Grabbing the soap bottle, Leon pushed away her long, raven locks from her back, and poured a generous amount of soap on it. Viola tried to twist around and move from him, but he stopped her by grabbing the back of her neck.

"N-no..."She was still cold from the water, "Please, I can wa-wash m-mysel-self."

"I gave you that chance." He helped raise her to her feet. "Too late now." Can't say I'm disappointed with this either. As Leon used his hand (he decided to forget the washcloth) to rub the soap into her back, descending lower and lower with each knead, he realized that part of him did enjoy her defiant attitude. It wouldn't be as much fun if there was no punishment. He just wished she would rein in her vulgar language a tad. And stop with the persistent questioning.

"Stand with your arms up and legs apart." She slowly moved her shaking body into position. Leon grabbed more of the soap and poured it onto her shoulders and arms behind her. He set to cleaning each arm, starting with her fingers and working up to her shoulders. For a moment he stayed there and massaged her neck, she was of course very tense.

He stood a good six inches above her, and was able to easily look down and gaze at her body. She had the height of a supermodel, but definitely not the body. She was thin at the waist and had a pretty flat stomach (not perfectly toned, but that didn't bother him a bit), but thick where it mattered. If she were to ever walk into a modeling agency, they would probably scoff and erroneously deem her fat.

From her neck, his hands moved down to her front. He could feel her heart skip a beat and breaths stop. His fingertips brushed up her rib cage and latched onto her breasts. At contact, she let out a haggard breath and tensed her entire body. Leon put his lips against her ear. "Relax, babe." He began to softly squeeze both breasts, rubbing his thumbs against her stiff peaks. 

Viola's arms dropped to the side as she fell back against his chest, seeming to surrender to him. He responded by nudging his face into her neck and increasing his circular movements. He rasped, "Good girl," against her damp, golden skin. One hand left her breast, and made its way to her stomach. He absently ran his knuckles down her torso, stopping for a moment to twirl her belly jewelry. A smile graced his face at every shiver she made when he grazed her flesh.

Reluctantly, his other hand followed down. Both were now grasping her hips and gently moving towards her reddened bottom. Viola tried to take a step forward, away from his hands, but he held her tighter and indirectly pushed her against his growing erection. They both hissed in a breath at that. Suppressing the urge to bend her over and fuck her almost knocked him back on his ass.

Stay calm... He was finding that extremely difficult. Both hands possessively grabbed her ass, making her cry out. Leon intended to wash her gently their and was struggling to find any tenderness in his touch. Don't do anything rash... He buried his head into her neck and hair, her scent making him moan out and grind his erection against her. 

His arms frantically moved to the front of her thighs. Her hands began to push his away, removing a lot of his lust and replacing it with anger. He growled against her. "Must you always fight me?" One hand began to hold onto her wrists, while his other crept into her inner thigh. 

A jolt ran through his body. He removed his hand from her thigh and found that his fingers were slick, but not from the soap. Leon looked down at her in shock. I knew she was enjoying it, but wow. Leon never anticipated for her to be soaking wet. He brought his honey-soaked fingers up to her face. "I see you're enjoying your bath."

Viola managed to break away from him and sat down in the corner of the shower, legs pushed up against her body. "Whatever, you scrubbed me down. Now rinse me off."

She was panting heavy, face flushed. "No. You don't give orders, remember?" She kept her head down, unable to look at him. His lips curled at his new thought. "But I have a command for you: touch yourself."

Just like that, her head shot up.





Fallen Ch. 02



Lost in pleasure, David is barely conscious and that has nothing to do with me. There is no thought in his head, he merely exists; experiencing, reacting. Oh god I love them like this.

No longer able to resist the need for pleasure myself, I draw David's head back again, bending it, unresisting, over my crossed legs, until I am able to manoeuvre my cock into his mouth. He opens his mouth willingly and latches on to me, suckling automatically. Fuck, it feels good.

David is lost in ecstasy. Pen has his eyes closed and head thrown back, following him and I am surrounded with the smells, sights and sounds of sex. There is only one thing missing. Thrusting gently into David's mouth I raise his limp arm over his head and press his wrist to my lips. As I pierce him, a deep shudder passes through him and a moan squeezes past my cock.

His body is shuddering and writhing and I taste the glorious intoxication in his blood. At a mental prod from me Pen increases his pace and David all but chokes on me. He tries his best to keep focus, but not even automatism can keep him working on me now. I let myself slide out of his mouth, getting more sexual pleasure out of his blood than his lips.

David moans as soon as his mouth is empty. He is panting, twisting his head from side to side. I stroke his cheek and he looks up for the last time. His lips open in a silent cry as Pen pushes deep inside him. His back arches like a bow, and I taste his climax in his blood even before ejaculation comes. I take a long last draw as David shudders and his eyes roll back in his head as he slips from consciousness.

"Good boy." I whisper, stroking him gently as he slides deeper. "Just a little more, David, just a little more." I lift him in my arms still kneeling at his head, and inhale his scent. He is limp and lifeless, his head lolling back, his eyes half closed. He is hovering between worlds and, if I wanted, it would be so easy to let him slide so far that he could never come back, carried further and further from consciousness, from life by my venom and the pressure behind his ears of my thumbs, which are now pressing harder than before. 

But that is not what I have planned for him. Holding him tightly in my arms I drop my hands and press my lips against his throat. He shudders as I enter him and whispers. "Help me."

Obviously, I don't speak; I simply draw deeper. "Please." It is a sigh, a tiny sigh that is lost in the air, in the world and I draw deeply feeling the last of the fight go out of him. Raising my head I rest his against my shoulder and stroke his neck. "Sleep now, David. Sleep deeply." He shivers a little. "Deeper now...deeper."

When he is as deeply unconscious as I can take him without risking his life, his heart beating strong and steady, his breathing deep and his body completely relaxed, I slide from under him laying his head gently back onto the pillows.

Pen is watching, with shadowed eyes that puzzle me at first. Then I smile.

"I haven't hurt him, Pen. He is asleep now, deeply asleep. Soon you will join him and when you wake you will both feel truly wonderful. I want you to trust me, Pen. I will not hurt you. I will never hurt any of you again. Do you trust me, Pen, do you?"

As I speak, I move so I am kneeling behind him. He is still staring down at David, his eyes wide, his hands still resting on his stomach. I draw the long copper hair back from his neck and he leans back against me, closing his eyes as I stroke his chest and kiss his neck. His answer is a sigh.

I make love to Pen, soft and slow. There is no violence in me tonight. He remains fully conscious and aware and he pleases me willingly. When I lay him on his back next to David he reaches out and laces their fingers together as I enter him and gently move in and out, raising him slowly. 

I press my thumbs against his femoral artery and slowly release enough venom to blur his consciousness. 

"Kiss him, Pen. I know you want to. Take David into your arms and kiss him." Eagerly Pen complies, twisting so he could draw his unconscious lover into his arms and, even though he is unresponsive kisses him deeply.

"Breathe him deeply, Pen. Breathe in his scent, his essence. Bury you hands in his hair, kiss him."

The sight of Pen kissing David and the responses it prompts in his body is exciting me and I increase my speed. Pen is writhing beneath me, and I know he is coming close too. Throwing back my head I thrust deeply and release myself deep within Pen's warm, enclosing body, while he tightens his arms spasmodically around David and thrusts his hips up to meet me once, twice and then he begins to shake. Just before his explosive climax I push David out of his embrace and lift him, biting down on his neck as he shudders and convulses, the flavour of his climax flowing into my mouth. His hot blood makes another wave run through me, drawing a second spurt from my softening cock.

Pen moans as his shuddering eases but, before he can come down from his orgasmic high, I drink deeply, releasing my venom and continue to drink, as his body shivers and relaxes in my arms.

When he is as deeply unconscious as David, I withdraw my fangs and slide both my teeth and my cock from his body, laying him back against the cushions. Gently, I arrange them in each other's arms so that they will wake seeing each other close. On a whim, I take one of the colourful throws and drop it over them so they will be warm.



Fallen Ch. 03



I dress and leave the room, closing the door softly behind me. Sacha, Chancey's second in command, is waiting tensely in the living room. He rises to meet me.

"David and Pen...?"

"Are sleeping. Do not disturb them. They will sleep for some time."

"Are they...?"

"They are sleeping Sacha, there is no need for you to clean up. They will be fine. Let them sleep."

"Yes, My Lord."

He looks relieved and, on a whim, as he bows and turns away I take him into my arms from behind and burrow my nose into his hair. My recent sexual experiences have left me sated and I have no desire to take him. I do, however desire to taste him. I do it rarely and he is exquisite. He shudders as I bite but stands quiescent and strong as I drink, just enough to give us both pleasure.

When I withdraw, he is slightly shaky but composed. His eyes are glazed with pleasure and there is a significant bulge in his trousers.

"Thank you, My Lord," he murmurs.

"You should... take care of yourself, Sacha. You will need release and I have other arrangements to make."

"Yes, My Lord."

He is shivering. I melt at the look in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Gently, I lead him to a chair in front of the fire, and sit him down. He looks a little stunned but complies. He is absolutely obedient, which is why I like him. Releasing him from his trousers I inhale deeply at the musky sent and bring him to climax smoothly, taking my time and swallowing him greedily at the end.

While he is still high I lean forwards and kiss him. "Thank you, My Lord," he whispers enthusiastically and kisses me freely. I let him, rejoicing in something I haven't had for a while and suddenly realise I miss; affection freely given, with full awareness and true feeling. I draw my head back and stare into his eyes. He smiles uncertainly, and I raise my hand to caress his cheek.

"You are truly beautiful, Sacha." 

He lowers his head shyly. "Thank you, My Lord."

"What is it that you desire most in all the world?" I whisper as I brush his lips with my thumb. They tremble under it."

"You, My Lord," he whispers huskily, making me smile.

"No, seriously Sacha, what is you greatest desire?"

He looks up at me, giving me the most direct look I have had for a long time, from a human. "You, My Lord," he repeats, and with a shock I realise that he is telling the truth.

"You love me?" Confused by my reaction he drops his chin and turns his head away. I stop him and make him look at me. "Do you?" I ask softy.

"Yes, My Lord," he whispers.

There are no words to describe what I feel in this moment as I stare into eyes that actually and truly care for me.

"I cannot return your love, Sacha."

"I know, My Lord."

"There is someone I would love. He is not what he seems, not human, not really. He is... someone I have known before, but he does not remember. Be a friend to him, Sacha. Be a true friend and although I cannot give you love I will offer you true friendship, and my bed for your pleasure as well as mine."

His eyes widen and he stares at me with an expression of disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, Sacha, I will not tolerate envy or spitefulness again Aqua. He will be as I am one day; he will be your master too. For now he is weak and confused and he believes that he hates me. That will change, but in the meantime he needs a confidante, someone who will take care of him while he changes. I want someone to be gentle with him, to be a friend and to listen to his anger and pain without judgement. I want someone who will sleep with him and prepare him for me. Is that you, Sacha? Can you be unselfish with your love to please me?"

"Oh yes, My Lord. It would be my honour."

"Yes it is. Make no mistake, if you fail me in this, Sacha, the consequences will be dire. But if you are honest and true, you will earn a place in my family and in my heart, not as an equal but as close as any human can become."

"Yes, My Lord." His eyes are lit up with something I cannot define and which is so beautiful it makes me ache.

"Rest now and I will send him to you in a while."

I kiss him again and he responds eagerly, until I brush my fingers across his skin and my venom sends him gently to sleep. I tuck him away and drape a rug over his knees then head back to my room.

I think it's time to get back to Aqua. Have I been avoiding him? Probably. But the urge to look into those blue eyes and see the spark that is my love is unbearable now.

Chancey is sitting reading in the big red velvet chair, which he has pulled to the side of the bed. I'm impressed; that chair is heavy. He gets to his feet as I enter.

"My Lord."

I have no eyes for him. Aqua is as pale as the pillows on which he lies and, if it were not for the fact that I can hear his heart beat and smell the blood moving in his veins, I would think that he was already dead. That would not have pleased me at all. 

Chancey's eyes are anxious when eventually I force mine to leave the pale beauty, so close, within my reach.

"You have done your job well, Chancey. You may leave him to me now."

"My Lord he... I fear that he is close to the edge, My Lord. If you care for him and wish him to live then I beg you let me take care of him."

"That will not be necessary, Chancey. I will take care of him myself. You will find David and Pen in the bathing room." His eyes widen for a moment. "They are asleep. Do not disturb them. Let them wake in their own time." He lets his breath out in a sigh. "And Sacha sleeps too. I wish him to have the charge of Aqua when he wakes. When Sacha is ready he may come to me, but not today."

Chancey looks curious now. I have no need to explain anything to him but I fear there may be reprisals if I do not. "I have decided that Sacha will be more... involved, with myself and Aqua. You will need to find someone else to take over his duties. I would suggest Pen, he is unusually perceptive and organised; although David shows promise too. For Hel's sake don't chose Serif or Taz."

Chancey frowns. "I don't understand, My Lord." 

"You don't need to understand Chancey. I have decided to make my household more... defined and less fluid. I will need to take in some new boys but, barring accidents, none that we already have will be 'leaving'. I will have my own personal household and the rest will be deployed as needed. I will be taking nourishment from the boys, but less pleasure. That will be provided by Aqua and Sacha. That is their role. In time, Aqua will become as I and will be afforded status equal to mine, and Sacha will be our personal aide and second to us. You will retain your position as head of the general household the status of the rest of the household will be yours to decide."

Better to get a few things clear right from the start. Chancey will not like the fact that Sacha has been raised above him, but he will not challenge it, either with me or with him.

"I don't understand, My Lord, but I don't need to. It will be as you wish."

"Of course it will, Chancey. Now, you may leave."

"Yes, My Lord."

When Chancey has gone I climb onto the bed and take Aqua into my arms. He is cold. I cradle his lolling head against my shoulder and stroke the hair away from his face. It is even more beautiful now that I know the truth of the soul that lies within. Knowing what to look for, I clearly see what it was that drew me to him so strongly and strangely. He looks nothing like Astaria, not really. He is as beautiful as she is but not in a feminine way. He is a man, or at least he would have been if he had had the chance to grow for a year or two. Yet, there is something about the cast of his features that is familiar, achingly familiar.

"Oh my love," I whisper. "How could I have failed to see what was always before my eyes?"

Aqua does not stir, and I realise that Chancey was right. I have drained him too much and he is sliding towards the arms of death. If it had not been that the soul of Astaria was sustaining him, he would have been embraced by them long since; and even she could not keep him safe forever. Fool!

Raising my wrist to my lips I bite down. Not, as I usually do, sliding the fangs in with as little disruption as possible but ripping, tearing open the vein until my blood spurts over the pristine whiteness that surrounds me. 

At first, when I hold my bleeding wrist to his lips he doesn't stir and the precious fluid runs from the corner of his mouth, to trickle over his chin and stain his white hair. Shifting position I tilt his head back and stroke his throat, carefully avoiding the release of enzymes into my fingers. I don't realise that I am holding my breath until I release it in a long sigh, when he swallows. His action is not by conscious design but because his body has been left no choice and acts purely on impulse.

After the first swallow there is another one and then another. Eventually he begins to suck weakly and then, gradually, with more strength.

After a time, when I know the danger is past I pull my wrist away. The blood of a vampire is not like that of a human. It does not lie in the stomach but is absorbed direct into the blood, which is why my venom works so quickly and why his diminished supply is replenished so fast. By the time I have finished his lips and cheeks are pink.

I have not given him all that he needs, as it would drain me too much, but the rest he can manage himself. I move his head back to my shoulder and settle down, watching his face. As I consume him with my eyes, his flutter and my heart skips as his eyelids rise, to give me a flash of that incredible, intense blue.

He cannot open his eyes fully. When he tries they roll. And so he settles for a heavy, drugged stare from half closed lids. I watch him steadily as he slowly blinks and a puzzled expression comes over his face.

"Who are you?" he whispers.

"A friend." 

He considers for a while, then shakes his head. "No." He frowns more deeply. "You stole me."

I can't help but smile. "Stole? Yes, maybe I did."

"Why?"

"To be my pet."

"Yes... pet... you said..." His eyes open wider and a flash of anger lights the red flame within.

"Easy, beautiful one. That is no longer the case. You will not be my pet. You will be no one's pet."

"Then... what?" The lassitude is close to taking him, but he fights it with the same fierce determination.

"You will be my consort, take a position that has been vacant for centuries, millennia."

"No I... I will... will not."

"You will. In time, you will."

"No. You...I... don't... Don't touch me." He actually tries to rise, to push me away, but he is too weak.

"Hush now. You need to sleep. When you are stronger, we will talk."

"What's wrong... with me?"

"I asked too much of you. But, no more. You will be safe now. Safe from me. Safe from everyone."

"Safe?" he whispers as he finally succumbs. 

I watch him sleep for what seems like only a short time, but in which the sun sets and then rises again. I am shocked out of my reverie by a hesitant knock on the door. I look up, slightly dazed, as Sacha enters. He looks spectacular. Clearly he has dressed carefully for me, and he is glowing.

I blink at him and his eyes widen slightly at the sight of all the blood, and the sleeping figure cradled so gently in my arms. They widen again when they see my wrist. 

Stiffly, I slide out from under Aqua, and lay him gently back on the pillows. I pause to tuck the covers warmly around him and, with a last glance and stroke of his cheek, I turn reluctantly away.

"He needs to be bathed and cared for." Sacha nods. "Do not do this yourself. You are part of my personal household now. You defer only to myself and Aqua."

"Yes, My Lord. Chancey has already informed me of my new status." He says it with neither pride nor rancour, but with a light in his eyes that warms me. I pause to consider the change. I have not been warm like this for many, many years. 

Smiling, with a smile that comes from the warm place inside, I walk over to Sacha and caress his face.

"I need to hunt and feed. I hope that this will be for the last time, as I intend to care for the boys under my control from now on. Some of the rooms will need... renovation. I will see to the plans when I have time. Ensure that Aqua is properly bathed and taken care of." As an afterthought I add. "Have Pen and David take care of it, and to take care of him until he is well enough to walk and then bring him here. After that he will be your charge. I will give you instructions at the time."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Tonight, I wish you to share my bed. Be here by eight and bring fine wine and good food. I shall be here no later than nine, once I have initiated the new pets." As an afterthought I run my hand over his shoulder and arm. "Wear what you are wearing now." 

He lights up even more and his eyes are glowing when he whispers. "Yes, My Lord."



Fallen Ch. 03



Leon looked down at Viola, quaking on the floor from her need to come. His lips curled into a wicked smile, as he watched her eyes widen at his newly freed erection. He remained in place, with one hand holding the base of his shaft. "Come here, pet."

She tried to rise, but couldn't find enough strength. On her hands and knees, Viola proceeded to crawl to him across the tile, each leg and arm trembling as they made contact with the floor. His eyes went to her breasts, which seemed so full and heavy from their teasing. They looked as if they were weighing her down and slowing her movements. He thought about placing his throbbing cock in between them and fucking them until release.

His smile broadened, showing teeth at the thought. She had just gotten done begging him to let her touch him, to please him. She even called him "Master," seemingly surrendering completely to his whim. I can do whatever I want to her.

When she finally reached him, her shaking relented a bit. She knelt before him, staring intently at his eyes. It appeared as though she was waiting for a command from him, for him to tell her what he wanted. "Well go on." He managed to keep his voice calm, even though he was losing his mind with anticipation. "I'm waiting for you to please me. Get to it."

Her lips parted as her gaze fell from his face to his cock, now at eye level with her. Swallowing hard, she tentatively raised one hand and brushed her fingertips along his aching shaft. He released his own hand and allowed her to tenderly rub the entire length of his cock. Seeming to gauge his reaction, she closed her hand around him, closing it into a fist around his girth. 

She began to slowly pump up and down his length. Leon smirked and let out a chuckle. "Really?" Viola stopped and stared at him. "I thought you said I 'won't be disappointed?'"

The only way he could describe her look was dumbfounded. It was like she never heard a man complain about her touch and had no idea how to handle it. "I... I'm just..."

"You really think I'll be satisfied with a dry hand job?" That made her blush and look away. That won't do. He grabbed her chin and forced her attention back onto his shaft. "Take this seriously." 

She stared blankly at him, once again conveying a look that read as "I'm waiting for my next order." Leon knew that his expression to her must have been stoic, but deep inside he felt nothing but puzzlement towards her. From what they had talked about in the past, he knew she wasn't a virgin, knew she had to have done stuff like this before. So why was she so clueless and timid? Why did it seem like she wanted him to instruct her on what to do?

Wish a guy would do that stuff with me... That night when Viola responded with that, Leon had revealed to her a lot of his fantasies and kinks. When she first uttered those words, he thought that she was talking about a specific sex act or position. Now as he stared at her, shaking and gaping pathetically at his member, he wondered if there was something else he spoke about that stirred enthusiasm from her. 

One of his fantasies that he revealed to her was to finally experience something along the lines of a "Dom/sub" sexual encounter. During that experience, he would want to be the dominant one, controlling and teaching his submissive how he liked to be touched and fucked. Did that interest her as well? Did she show more attentiveness that night when he spoke of that desire in particular?

His attention was brought back to focus on her and the present situation. She fights him at every opportunity, yet she has demonstrated plenty of times during this day that she will eventually submit. Even Leon had to admit that he thought he would have to do more to break her, but she always surrendered to him, no matter how much she cursed or resisted. She does have a submissive streak in her, which on her surface seemed to go against her nature. Maybe that's why she fought so much, to assert herself away from the label of "submissive." Why she did that, he couldn't fathom.

He placed his hand at the back of her head as gently as he could. She initially flinched at the contact, as she was probably expecting him to shove her mouth against his cock. Instead, he caressed her soft curly hair until she made eye contact with him. 

Well, let's see if I'm right... "Spit on it."

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean. Do it. Now." Viola obeyed, her small strand of saliva landing squarely on the head of his penis. Her effort seemed weak, especially compared to the spittle she hacked upon his face earlier. His hand tightened, gathering some of her curls into his fist. "Do it again and this time like you mean it. You had no problem doing it about an hour ago."

A sharp inhalation and then came more, this time measuring at about the same size as the glob that she made on his face. Satisfied, Leon used his other hand to guide her palm onto his tip. On her own, she began rubbing in her self-made-lubricant onto the head and spreading it onto the shaft. She had to produce more saliva and hawk it up a few more times to moisten his entire shaft.

Each spit felt soothing against his aching member, providing warmth in the cold bathroom. Her hand glided easily along its length, creating no friction as it slipped and slid. It sent small pleasurable sensations through his body, but wasn't good enough to bring him any satisfaction. Leon gripped the back of her hair harder. "Enough with the teasing. Tighten your grip and get to work."

Viola winced a little from how tight he was holding onto her, but she followed her orders. With one hand holding the base of his shaft, she made her fist around his member and applied pressure, squeezing it as tightly as she could. With her grip on him, he could now fully feel how rapidly blood rushed and pumped through it. It seemed to pulse underneath her hand, matching his own thundering heart.

She began to pump her hand, this time with more ferocity. Each time she brought her fist down on his length, she twisted her palm clockwise and then counter-clockwise, creating a tight, hot friction against his sensitive skin.

Leon's smile returned as she focused on increasing her rhythm. All she needed was a little guidance. That's what she needed throughout all aspects of her life. For the first time since he brought her here, he finally felt confident that he truly did the right thing. That he was the right man for her.





Fallen Ch. 03



Leon's other hand moved from the back of her head to caress her cheek. Speaking between erratic breaths, he rasped, "God, you have such a talented little tongue."

For whatever reason, his compliments always made her more excited. Feeling proud and assured, Viola broke away from his cock and moved down to discover what else he might like.





Fallen Ch. 04



It is early to hunt, but I am hungry and, to be honest, the hunt has lost much of its appeal for me. I am glad that it is likely to be the last time, and want it to be over as quickly as possible.

I find myself wandering along the bank of a river, and I choose to sit at a pavement café, which overlooks the water, for a light lunch.

One of the waiters catches my eye. He is very dark, and I would not be surprised if he has Spanish blood. He smiles at me, with teeth that are very white, contrasting with his flashing chocolate eyes, and raven curls. We flirt during dinner, and when he brings me my coffee, I ask what time he finishes work. Shyly, he volunteers that it will be within the hour, so we arrange to meet near the bridge.

There is a bar nearby, with shady and secluded booths, open to the air at this time of year, and with a wonderful view of the river.

I sip a cold drink and watch the word go by. 

As I do so, my attention is caught by a large, black car that pulls into the kerb, at the other side of the road. I can't see what is happening on the other side of the car, but when, a few moments later it screeches off, it leaves a young man scrabbling on the ground for pieces of paper, which are scattered around him. I smile. How interesting.

Leaving my drink, I hurry over to help him. I catch a ten pound note, which has blown into the road, and he flinches defensively when I hand it to him. Hmm... good choice, Luma. The boy is glorious. He is not as beautiful as Aqua but, with his red gold hair, and eyes that are an unusual shade of emerald green, it is close. His face is disfigured by a large ugly bruise, but bruises fade.

I find myself reaching out, to lightly brush the bruise on his face, with my fingers. He shies away. 

"It's alright. You don't have to be afraid of me. I was just wondering who would have been so foolish as to mar such beauty, in so ugly and brutal a way."

The boy frowns."It's none of your business."

"You're right. It's not. Your pardon, I was rude and overly familiar. If you are alright, and have recovered what was lost, then I will take my leave, and apologise for bothering you at what is clearly a difficult time for you."

He stops and stares at me. I smile back warmly.

"You know what I am." He says flatly and turns away. I put a gentle hand on his arm. I have no intention of letting him get away, but I would prefer to treat him with gentleness. That way he will settle to the life more easily, and I have a promise to keep.

"You are young and beautiful and in pain. You are lost and hopeless, and you do what you can to live for another day. I think you are strong and brave, and your beauty dazzles me. Will you let me help you?"

He stares at me nervously, for a moment, then sneers. "What can you do to help me?"

"You would be surprised. What would you say if I told you that I could offer you a home, companionship, a warm bed, regular meals, clothes and a chance to study and learn?"

"I would say that you are a liar, and wonder what you really have in mind for me." He looks anxious now, and his eyes are darting around, noting escape routes.

"What I have in mind for you, is exactly what I have said."

"And what would you expect from me in return?"

"No more than anyone else who pays for your services. I will take you into my home, share what I have, and take you to an ecstasy you never imagined existed, and all I ask in return is that you grace my bed when it pleases me."

He stares at me, through narrowed eyes. "How do I know you're not going to hurt me?"

"You don't. But I swear to you that I never will."

He runs his eyes over me, weighing up the way I look, the way I speak, the sincerity in my face, shining through my eyes. He looks scared but desperate, and his fingers rise uncertainly to his cheek.

"I..."

Knowing I have already won, I move closer and cover his hand with mine. He winces, but doesn't pull away. Slowly and gently I take him into my arms. He resists, but not too much. When he is encircled by my arms, he starts to shake and cry.

"Hush now. There is no need to cry. There is no need to cry anymore. You are safe now." He looks up at me with pleading, frightened eyes, which are even more beautiful now they are bright with tears. I smile gently, but he can't return it. He is so frightened. I don't blame him.

Raising my hand, I brush the hair away from his face, and bury my fingers in it. Although it is dirty and tangled, it still feels soft under my hands. The boy shivers, and allows me to tilt back his head, exposing his throat. I ponder my options. I am hungry, but I don't want to feed in the open, in broad daylight. As much as I want it, it is going to have to wait. Instead I run my thumbs down his neck, on either side, releasing a very carefully controlled amount of venom. The boy shudders, and his eyes flicker. I watch awareness and, more importantly will, fade, but not to the point where he is in danger of losing consciousness.

I put my arm around him and steer him gently off the road, towards the bridge. In the shade underneath the bridge, I kiss him and he responds eagerly. He is an accomplished kisser, more so than most of the boys I have taken. I can imagine what he will feel, and smell, like when he is clean, and Chancey has worked his magic.

As he presses against me, I feel his inevitable arousal pressing against my leg. "What do you want, little one? What do you want of me right now?"

"Take me. Take me, please. I... I need..."

"I know what you need," I whisper into his ear, as I press him back against the wall, and start to kiss his neck. "Tell me." 

I let my hand trail down to rest on his hip, my thumbs pressing deeply into his abdomen, finding pressure points that make his legs tremble, and his body twitch. He gasps, and throws his head back, giving me even more access to his throat.

"Tell me what you want."

"You," he gasps. "I want you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me."

"Touch you? Here?" I let one hand wander down to brush his arousal, on the outside of his trousers. 

"Yes... yes there..."

"Like this?" He moans, pathetically, as I massage him, and lets his head fall forward onto my shoulder. "You don't get this very often do you? You don't have people pleasuring you."

"No."

"Do you like it, little one?"

"Yes... oh yes." He gives a little cry, as I slip my hand down inside his trousers, and start to massage his hot flesh, with long slow strokes. With my other hand, I stroke his hair, soothing him.

"Do you want me to keep on doing this?"

"Yes," he snaps, anxiously looking up at me, as if expecting me to stop. I don't.

"Do you want me to do this to you many times?"

"Yes." He is hopeful now.

"Every day?"

"Yes."

"And what if I said I would give you this and more, much, much more... what would you give me in return?"

I brush my thumb over his glans, and he groans deeply. "Anything," he gasps. "Anything."

"What about everything?" I ask softly, speeding up my strokes. 

"Yes. Yes, everything. Everything I have."

"All I want is you," I murmur, as I press myself against him, leaving room for my hand to speed up. He makes a strained little sound, gasping with anticipation, as he starts to shake and clings to me.

"Ssh now. Ssh, little one. It's going to be alright. It will all be alright."

"Ah...ah..." he gasps as his balls tighten in preparation for release. 

When I slide my fangs into his throat, he is already lost; his body pumping with his orgasm, his mind slipping beneath the blanket of my venom. He tastes sweet, very sweet. He is young, possibly the youngest of my boys, late teens at most, and yet I can taste despair in his blood, deep depression and a hopelessness that would have ended his life soon, one way or another. There is sickness there too, diseases that he has picked up through casual sex, and life on the streets. And a deeper, more insidious sickness, that has very, very nearly extinguished his light. That is no problem for me, however. It does not taint the feed, and it will soon be washed from his body by my essence and Chancey's unique talents.

For now, I take a little, enough to slake my thirst and leave him undamaged. Then, I withdraw letting him remain clinging to me, his head on my shoulder.

"What are you?" he whispers, when he is able to speak.

"Your saviour."

"Am I still... as I was?"

"Still human? Yes, and you will remain so, although as long as you are with me, and as long as you receive my blood regularly, you will not age."

"Will you hurt me... kill me?"

"I promise that you will be safe with me."

"What does the promise of a... a... How can I trust you?"

"Because I am a vampire?"

He raises his head and nods anxiously.

"If I had wanted to kill you then you would be dead. I need to feed and I prefer to do it in the throes of pleasure. I do not seek to feed from any one person enough to harm them, and so I maintain a group of boys at my home, from whom I feed in rotation. In the meantime, you are taken care of and are free to love between yourselves, as long as you are always prepared for my needs.

"I will never hurt you, and my venom will provide you with pleasure that you can only imagine. You will be safe, and warm, and cared for. There is plenty of food, a warm bed to sleep in, a doctor to care for you if you are sick. There is a library where you can read..."

"Please don't... don't say any more. I can't bear it. Please... please take me there."

I smile at him and stroke his cheek, where the bruise is already beginning to fade. "In a little while. I have something else to do first. Someone else to collect. Wait for me here."

He grabs my arm, as I turn away. "Promise you will come back."

"I promise."

"You won't leave me, not now?"

I turn back and smile at him. "I promise," I whisper as I kiss him, and breathe into him a little, just enough to cause him to crumple to the ground and sleep... just sleep, until I return for him.

I am sitting back at my table by the time my beautiful Spanish boy arrives. He stands by the table and looks down at me, shyly.

"Please, be seated."

Over drinks I learn that he is, indeed Spanish, working as a waiter to help pay himself through University, where he is in his third year of a degree in medicine. I smile; Chancey will like this one. He informs me, with regret, that he does not have many friends, as his busy life does not leave room for them. This is good. Although it has never bothered me in the slightest that one of my boys might be missed, it is easier to take those who will not be missed and, more importantly, will not have anything or anyone to miss.

As we drink, and I notice that he is careful not to take too much alcohol, I brush his hand with mine often, releasing a tiny amount of my enzyme into his blood. Bit by bit, entirely unnoticed by him, he falls further and further under my thrall. He is genuinely good company; witty, intelligent, bright. He will rail for a while against his situation, but, once he sees the possibilities, he will become enamoured with the opportunity, and will soon appreciate what I can offer him.

Chancey will handle his anger, and by the time I see him again, he will be complacent. I will make sure of it.

After a time, he falls silent, unable to focus on conversation. I move my chair closer to his and slip my arm around his waist. We watch the light on the river together. He rests his head on my shoulder and I stroke his neck. Eventually, he is so intoxicated, not by the alcohol but by me, that he no longer knows where he is, or who he is, or what he wants. He no longer cares.

I murmur close to his ear. "Are you ready to go now?"

"Go? Where?" He is not really curious. His eyes are glazed and he is incapable of rational thought.

I caress his cheek and smile into his eyes. "You are coming home with me. I am going to take care of you now."

He smiles distantly. "Oh. Okay. Is it far?"

"No, not far, not far at all." 

I get to my feet and help him to his. He only sways a little. I leave enough to cover our drinks, with a hefty tip, on the table and then, with my arm around his waist, I lead him across the road to the bridge. 

"Wait here." I command and then go to collect my other catch, who wakes at a touch, smiling into my eyes and willingly giving me his hand. For once, this makes me sad. What could have happened to this beautiful boy, that he would so willingly throw his life away on someone such as me? He knows. I see in his eyes that he knows and understands, and yet still he comes willingly.

I stroke his hair lovingly, and he looks confused for a moment then tries a hesitant, shaky smile. With my hand in the small of his back, I draw him close and kiss him. Whilst I usually breathe intoxication into my boys, that is not all I can do, and this time I breathe sunshine. When I lift my head he is glowing with it.

"What... what did you do?" he asks, his eyes glazed, not with intoxication but with joy.

"I gave you a taste of what you can expect in your life from now on. You will not have your freedom and you will be subject to my desires, but I am not a harsh master." ('now' I add silently to myself) "I will take care of you and whatever I take from you will be paid for with ecstasy."

His eyes are enormous, mesmerised by my words, and not because I have exerted any control. "I think that you have not had an easy life." He flinches and tries to look away. "That is over now. You are with me and you will be taken care of. No more worries; no more stress; no more struggle. No more lying with sweating old men, exposed to pain and disease by the dregs of this sick society."

He gasps, and shakes his head. "No. I can't. I am... I have... I can't go with you." He half turns away, his face twisted with pain, but I turn him back.

"I know that you are sick. I can heal you."

He shakes his head, sadly, and lets it fall forward in shame. "No one can," he whispers.

"No human can." I correct, and he looks up again with desperate hope in his eyes. "I am not asking you to follow me, so that I can make your last days comfortable, little one. Have I not told you that my blood in your veins will extend your life? It will scour from you any sickness or disease you have and you will not have to suffer for another day."

"But I can't... there's no cure."

I can't help but smile, and ruffle his hair. "You are in no place to understand, little one, but I promise you that if you take a little from me every day, if you let me take from you, then within the week you will be strong and well."

"It is possible for you?"

"It is more than possible for me. Let me show you."

Before he can react, I take his hand and turn it palm upward, then smoothly slide a knife from my belt and slash lightly across it. The cut is shallow, but it makes him cry out in shock.

"Ssh, little one. Trust me."

I raise his hand to my lips, keeping my eyes locked with his shocked ones, and lap at the droplets of blood that are squeezing out of the wound. Gradually I work my tongue up from one end to the other. Then I repeat. By the end of the second time, there is no blood. By the end of the third time there is no wound. He stares at his hand when I release it, turning it over and touching the palm with his fingers.

"Was it real? Was there really a cut there?"

"Did it feel as if there was?"

"Yes... I felt the pain, saw the blood."

"Then it was. And trust me, if I can heal that with just a touch of my tongue, I can heal whatever assails your body." I stroke his temple. "And your mind." He smiles, a completely open smile and nods his head.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Oh yes. Yes I am."

He follows me up onto the path, where we find my Spanish boy leaning against a lamp post, with his eyes closed, humming a song tunelessly under his breath.

"Who is he?" There is no jealousy in his voice, merely curiosity.

"He is my second catch tonight."

"Is that what I am, a catch?" There is a light teasing tone in his voice, that is so refreshing it makes me smile.

I reach out and stroke his hair. "Oh yes little one, beautiful boy, you are quite a catch."

Supporting the intoxicated Spanish boy, one on each, side; my beautiful boy; whom I name Bridge, much to his amusement; and I meander our way home. It astonishes him when we cross the bridge to find, not the other side of the river but the gate to my estate.

"Where is this?"

"It is my home."

"I know but... where is it?"

"That is not so simple to explain. It is here, but not here, tucked into a fold in the blanket of existence which exists everywhere and nowhere at the same time." I chuckle. "But time has no meaning here. Come and meet your new family."

I hand Bridge and Mario over to Chancey. As I walk away, I turn, to find Bridge staring after me with a look of loss on his face. I smile at him.

"You can trust Chancey, Bridge. He will look after you. I'll see you tomorrow, and every day after that, at least until you are well. This is your home now, and all the boys are your family. They will love you as I do." He smiles brightly and nods, going willingly with Chancey towards the baths.

I have a feeling that he will soon be very much a part of the family and everyone will love him deeply. Somewhere under the pain and distrust, there is a sunny personality, and a truly beautiful soul. I can taste it. 



Fallen Ch. 04



"I could fucking use a drink..." Without thinking, Viola mumbled and slurred those words, with no one around to hear them. She laid on her back across the queen sized bed in Leon's basement bedroom... prison... unbound and staring aimlessly at the ceiling above.

It had been two days since she'd awoken in this room. Two days that she spent the greater parts of in solitude. 

After their encounter in the shower, Leon for the most part had been keeping his distance from her. At first, Viola was beyond grateful for this. Yesterday, she woke up with a melancholy mood hanging over her and was happy that she didn't have to deal with him while in this state. This morning however, she awoke in ire, his absence weighing heavily on her. He kidnapped me just so he could ignore me?

Thinking of it now only angered her more. My family practically disowns me, my fake-ass friends abandon me and now my captor leaves me to rot. Fuck me, fuck me running. The pattern of people exiting her life was beginning to drive her mad.

During the rest of the day, her moods constantly shifted from irate to heavy-hearted. Alone in this small room, the only thing that could distract her from her thoughts was her deteriorating health. Ever since that night she was brought here, Viola had been experiencing some type of sickness she had never felt before.

Twisting a lock of her raven hair, Viola began to recall the events from that night. At this point Viola had gotten over the fact that she was responding to his body and... dare I say... enjoying their sexual encounter. Thinking it over, she reasoned that since she had so long gone without a man and since Leon was, in her eyes, the perfect specimen of one, she couldn't help but have a reaction to him.

Yes indeed, she had already come to terms with her moment of weakness and was determined not to have another slip up before she made her escape.

What she couldn't get over was the rush of feelings she experienced after Leon had spilled his seed inside of her. She felt so low and yet felt some sort of weird comfort from him.

And the bastard left me! Why should she care?

Missing your Master?

She shook her head hard, making her feel a little dizzy. Stockholm syndrome's a bitch. Viola turned to her side and brought her knees to her chest.

Looking back now, Viola determined that her illness started when she was still beneath him in the shower. After laying there for what felt like a good twenty minutes, Viola began to shake uncontrollably. Observant of everything she did, Leon immediately took notice and finally lifted off of her.

At the time, she suspected that the shakes were merely from being cold and wet. Leon probably thought the same. Without saying anything, he brought her back to the basement bedroom and left. After only being gone a couple of minutes, he came back and gave her one of his t-shirts to wear, along with a blanket.

The next time she saw Leon was in the morning. She remembered feeling like shit. Viola had barely gotten any sleep that night. Her shakes had progressed into violent tremors, rocking her so much that her heart pounded beneath her chest. She panted for breath all night, as sweat poured out of her pores. By morning, there were sweat stains on the bare mattress she'd slept on. 

Leon had looked at her with pity in his eyes but said nothing. Instead, he just ushered her to the bathroom once again to relieve herself and then brought her back in this room to give her breakfast, even though she barely had an appetite. 

Not to mention he can't cook for shit. She picked at the plate for hours before deciding that consuming his meal would only make her sicker. 

And so that became her daily routine. Leon would show up in the morning, afternoon and evening to give her food and let her use the restroom. At his nighttime visits he let her shower, thankfully without any aid from him. 

However he did watch her bathe, just like he watched her use the bathroom. At first it immensely embarrassed her to have him look, but he seemed to have his mind elsewhere. It seemed as though he was just there to make sure she didn't escape and not because he enjoyed watching her in the act. Even now, Viola sighed a breath of relief. Thank God! The last thing I need from this kinky mother fucker is a scat or golden shower fantasy that he expected me to fulfill.

Viola knew that it was getting close to night time and knew that Leon would be coming down any minute now. All day she debated about whether she should finally break the silence between them and ask him for help. 

Whatever illness she had was getting worse. Viola had been feeling nausea all day and incredibly weak. Her anxiety steadily built up, her mind racing over what her possible affliction could be. At times, her heart pounded so fast that she thought her chest was going to burst open.

Closing her eyes, she thought she heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs. What followed was the sound of the doorknob turning and the door creaking open. Thankful that Leon finally arrived, she opened her eyes and used every ounce of strength to sit up.

Looking at the door, she saw nothing. It was still shut and no one had walked through. Did I imagine the whole thing? 

Viola felt a rush of vertigo and laid her head back down on the mattress. Closing her eyes, she heard the sounds once again and repeated her actions from before. Again, no one was there and the door was untouched.

Viola closed her eyes again and repeated this pattern a good six times before finally passing out.

* * *

It was about 9:00 P.M. when Leon finally returned home from work. He was agitated from having to work late, but knew that he had to make up for the time he took to sneak away and check on Viola at noon. Goddamn hour long commute.

Throwing his coat on the ground of his foyer, Leon charged into his kitchen to hastily prepare something for Viola to eat. During the cooking process, he did everything he could to calm himself down. It was now Friday and he was able to use vacation time to get the next two weeks off. He began to breathe easy thinking about the fact that he could now spend time Viola as he always planned.

Plan? What plan? This was done all on impulse. Shaking his head, he knew that to be true and knew all too well that he was making this up as he went along.

Nonetheless, it pained him to have to leave her alone these past two days. Especially since when he was able to break away from work to be with her, he could only be with her for no greater than ten to fifteen minutes. To top it all off, it was obvious that she had begun to go through withdrawals from alcohol and he couldn't be here to take care of her.

Grabbing the plate of food, Leon made his way down the basement stairs. Every step made him shake with guilt. He left the woman he adored more than anything in his wretched life alone, during what he knew was going to be one of the most difficult times in her life. Every minute he was away from her, he prayed that her detox wouldn't be too strenuous on her.

By the time he reached the door of her basement room, his hand began to shake. Unlocking it and stepping in, he saw Viola curled up into a fetal position on the mattress. The sight made his heart ache. How much pain is she in?

Placing the food on the floor, he locked the door behind him and strolled over to the bed. Placing his hand on her forehead, he found she was sweating profusely. Her breaths were erratic. Between each inhalation, Leon could hear her push out whimpered cries.

He brought his hand to the back of his neck in shame. How could I have left her alone like this? Again he has chastising himself for his decision to bring her here in the first place. She'd be better off without me...

An image popped up in his head of her at a bar, barely conscience and falling off the stool.

Leon shook his head hard. No, she wouldn't. Even though she was going through pain, it was still better than her slowly killing herself by chasing a bottle every night.

She needs you and you're here now. See this through. As if he could turn back now.

Leon removed his suit jacket and laid down. Letting Viola remain on her side, he removed his black tie and used it to bind her wrists to the metal headboard. Confident that she could not escape, he pulled her curvy body up to his, spooning her.

His hands moved up and down her arms, trying to soothe the tremors that afflicted her. He pulled the blanket over her, wanting to give her more warmth since she only wore one of his t-shirts still.

He stayed up throughout the night with her, watching her sleep. When her breaths began to deepen, Leon relaxed against her body. Moments later, he felt immense relief when her pulse slowed to an easier tempo.

Leon knew that it was well into the wee hours of the morning when he finally felt comfortable enough to doze off beside her. Putting his face in her hair, he breathed in her sweet scent as he drifted off into sleep. Ever since he first saw her, Leon dreamed of being able to hold her like this and to care for her. 

Elation coursed through him as his lost consciousness. Finally feeling content for the first time in years.

* * *

Even though grogginess consumed her, Viola felt so much better waking up than she did when she fell asleep. She figured she must have been out for about an hour or so. Attempting to rise from her side, she found her hands tied to the headboard.

Well isn't this just fucking deja vu!

She tried to turn onto her back and found that she couldn't. Cocking her head to the side, she found Leon cradling her as he slept. When in the hell did he get down here? And why the fuck did he tie me down!? She thought they were past that bull shit.

Calming down, Viola began to rake her gaze over his appearance. Dark brown stubble decorated his face, his hair was messy with strands sticking to his forehead. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick forearms, and couple of the top buttons undone. Below the waist, he wore black slacks that hung low on his narrow hips.

She'd only seen him in such a disorganized state when he was caught up in his lust for her. Looking at him like this ignited her desires once again, her mind replaying all of his wicked touches.

Just as she was losing herself in these thoughts, Leon's eyes began to open. He blinked a couple of times before focusing in on her. She must have inadvertently displayed the lust she was feeling on her face, because before she could change it, he flashed her a wicked smile as if knowing all too well what she was thinking.

Guess what bitch? You're still not over your moment of weakness and now he knows that! She felt like literally punching herself, but her arms were tied.

He kissed her forehead and as much as it pained her to admit it, she enjoyed it. She always considered herself a solitary person, never having many friends... and the ones I had didn't count for shit... but these past couple of days in complete solitude left her craving human contact. And God if his lips didn't feel good.

With his lips pressed against her forehead he spoke, "Good morning, love."

Still groggy from her slumber, she managed to mumble back, "It's not morning yet jackass."

"Yes it is, you've been out for at least twelve hours."

Twelve hours!? Holy hell, she could've sworn that she had only been out for a moment.

"I came in last night to bring you some food, but you were out cold."

"So you decided to stay the night with me?" Feigning enthusiasm, she said, "Oh what an honor to be within your company for longer than ten minutes! To what do I owe this good fortune?"

She could feel him tense at that and wondered if she pushed him too far. To Viola's shock, the next words out of his mouth were, "I apologize. I didn't want to leave you here by yourself for so long. Work kept me away" He nuzzled his face into her neck and lightly kissed her. "But the good news is, I'll be able to stay with you as long as I want for now. How have you been holding up?"

"I've been sick."

"I know. It should pass within a couple of days."

"You knew? And you left me alone!?" The bastard could have at least brought her something for her ailment. Hell, he could've at least asked what was wrong with her!

"Yes and as I already told you, I regret leaving you here alone. Do you forgive me?"

"Fuck no!"

* * *

Leon let out an exasperated breath, not fully realizing that he was holding onto it after he asked her if she forgave him. He understood why she was upset, but was done discussing this. "Oh well then, let's just drop it." 

"Um, no. I don't think so, dip-shit."

Searching for every ounce of patience within him, Leon tried to push down his desire to punish her. She's not well. I'll give her three passes. Surely she would calm down soon.

"For all you know I could've died down here, you limp dick motherfucker!"

There's one.

"You kidnap me and bring me down to this drafty basement, to catch God knows what, and suffer in solitude!? Great plan, jackass!"

There goes pass number two. That one was harder to deal out to her. At her ire, he wanted to scream that his treatment of her was not the cause of her illness. You're alcoholic lifestyle led you to this!

Pulling against her restraints, her usually pleasing voice turned to that ungodly whining sound. "I can't take this anymore, can't take you anymore." Underneath her breath, he heard her murmur, "I'd kill for a drink right now."

Oh, I'm sure you would. Leon gripped her tighter, not knowing if it was out of anger or to give her some kind of support.

"And you want me to forgive you? Ha!"

He could already feel that third pass being handed over to her. You're on your last leg, babe.

"You don't deserve my forgiveness. Oh and do you want to know the hilarious part? You really think that abandoning me while I was sick is the only thing that you should be apologizing for. Your stupidity amazes me."

Last chance! He could feel all the muscles in his body tense, keeping himself from attacking her.

"You want my forgiveness? Tell you what, if you let me go I may consider giving it you. Moron."

And just like that, she pushed him to his limit. With both hands on her tiny waist, Leon turned her over on her stomach. If she's well enough to curse me out, she's well enough to take her Goddamned punishment.

One hand gripped the back of her head as the other came crashing down on her backside. He was so enraged that he found himself missing her ass and landed a good amount of his whacks on her upper thighs. 

Surprisingly he didn't hear her scream or whine. Instead she stayed quiet until his hand completely stilled. With her face against the mattress, he could barely hear her when she spoke. He lifted her head up by her hair. "You know, that spanking shit is getting real damn old."

He gave a humorless laugh and kicked open her legs using his knees. Poised between her creamy thighs, Leon reach down and possessively cupped her sex. Not surprisingly, he found her soaking wet. His tone went arrogant. "Your pussy doesn't think so."

As quickly as he flipped her on her stomach, he turned her onto her back. Arms tied above her, she looked up at him with an intense hatred burning in her eyes. Trying to sound bored, he spoke,"I'm growing weary from your constant denial of lust."

"I'm getting tired of being locked down in your basement and being let out only to piss and shower!"

Leon stopped himself from turning her over and spanking her once again. He hadn't enjoyed her body for days and didn't want to ruin this opportunity by punishing her. If I could even consider spanking a punishment, she floods like a river during every one of her "punishments."

He was getting tired of working so hard to put her in a wanton frenzy and began to think that it was about time she worked to get this started between them. A crooked smile etched upon his face as he got a new idea. Taking in a deep breath, he was able to make his voice sound calm as he asked, "What would you do for a chance to be upstairs with me?"

The question seemed to take her aback. "Wha-what?" Shaking her head, she answered, "There's no way you're going to let me go."

"I never said anything about letting you go, pet. You belong with me and when you realize that, life will become so much easier."

Still wary of his offer, she asked, "What would be the conditions if I were to go upstairs?"

His smile broadened. "Well your hands would be cuffed and you could only go into any room that I allow you to."

She seemed to really be considering this proposition. She probably thinks that she can find some way to get away from me. Leon couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Good luck with that.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, with determination seething from her eyes.

Guess her mind is made up. "I asked you first, pet. You have about ten minutes to please me. If you happen to do that, then I'll let you come upstairs with me. Oh and I'm not untying you. So think carefully."

He loved watching her mind work. Shifting her gaze over his body, she finally returned to meet his eyes.

Breathing in she said, "Take your shirt off and lean over me."

He gave an arrogant laugh. "My pet, don't forget our dichotomy. You do not demand anything from your Master. If you want me to do something, you have to ask." He saw that she was about to open her mouth to protest and continued, "And you must ask sweetly. If what you ask isn't too much of a bother for me, I may do it."

Closing her eyes, she tried as hard as she could to sound calm. "Please Sir..."

"Master."

He thought she'd lose it, but she managed to continue. "Please Master, take your shirt off and lean over my face."

"And why does my pet want me to do that?"

Something in her seemed to shift. In a husky voice so low it sounded like a breathless whisper, Viola replied, "Because I've wanted to lick that chest ever since you let me clean your cheek and neck the first night I came here."

He knew that there was a possibility she was merely lying to reach a greater end, but God did she sound convincing. Not wanting to show his excitement, Leon leaned back on his knees and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Viola's eyes followed his hands, eagerly waiting for him to reveal more and more of his torso. Once every button was free, he steadily pulled each sleeve off and tossed the garment behind his back.

With her legs wrapped on both sides of him, Leon leaned down until his chest was less than an inch away from her full, dark pink lips. Not wasting anytime, Viola instantly shot her tongue out and lapped at his rigid chest. Looking down, he was able to see her eyes roll back before shutting completely. She tugged at the restraints above her bed, no doubt wishing that she could place her hands on him.

Breaking away from her task, Viola looked up at him. She seemed to be blushing. "Ma-master?"

"Yes, pet?"

"Ca-can you please put your cock against my pussy?"

Posthaste, Leon unfastened his pants and drew out his throbbing erection. He pushed up the t-shirt she wore and slowly brought his cock down to her glistening folds. To his surprise, he felt Viola latch onto his other neglected nipple and rock her hips up to meet his cock.

The initial contact made him shudder, pleasure shooting through every nerve in his body. Viola continued to rub her sweet little pussy against his cock, making him feel weak kneed. Finding it hard to be raised on his arms, Leon sank down to his elbows, placing his chin on her forehead. God how I missed her little sex.




Fallen Ch. 04



Her mouth moved from his nipple, onto his chest and up his neck. When she reached his chin, she broke away and asked, "Don't you want to touch me, Master?"

His hands shot out to her stomach, aggressively gliding up to her breasts and kneading them possessively. "Did you miss my touch?"

"Mmhmm." He heard her stifle a moan, as she licked and sucked his neck. Her pussy continued to work against his cock, spreading her wetness all over him. He felt his seed beginning to rise within in him and worried that he would cum on her like this.

Breaking away from her mouth, he made Viola look up at him as he said, "I need to be inside you, now." Reluctance flashed upon her face as he felt her trying to move her sex away from his cock. Why did she always fight, even when she knew the prize at stake? What the hell do I need to do to erase this fear from her?

"I didn't ask you for that." She mumbled back.

"No, but I need this." I refuse to come on top of her from a humping, like a damned teenage boy. "And you only have so much time left to please me. You grinding on me isn't going to bring me release." Liar. "All you're doing is teasing me."

Almost all of her lust seemed to dissipate from her face. She began to look like an animal trapped in a cage. Like she was mulling over some desperate last ditch effort to get him to not have sex with her. 

No. Not going to happen.

Take what's yours. 

Fisting his slick shaft, he plunged inside of her, filling her to the hilt. Viola's eyes widened at the sudden full feeling. Her mouth parted, but no words came forth. Once he started pumping into her, she let out a weak moan and arched her back, not seeming to realize her response.

Leon closed his eyes and buried his face into her neck. His tongue flicked across her golden skin, as he felt her walls clench around him. He found her as tight as she was two days ago, making each initial thrust difficult. Every push forward made him feel like he was ripping her in two. As soon as he would pull back a little, it felt like her sex was trying to grab hold of him. Eagerly it squeezed seeming to not want to give up his shaft. After a while, her walls seemed to form around him perfectly, as if she was made for him.

He smiled against her neck. She is.

As he felt her body begin to shake underneath him, he knew she was about to reach her climax. To help bring her over the edge, he began to push deeper into her, not satisfied until his cockhead rubbed against the end of her sex. 

Just as he began to increase his speed, he felt something push against his shoulders. To Leon's shock, it was her palms.

Somehow, Viola was able to wiggle free from her bounds. Gazing at her, he saw that she was out breath, which was probably why she wasn't cursing at him right now. He wondered if she was out of wind due to her impending orgasm or because she of her struggle to get free.

"Get off of me." Her voice was throaty when she spoke.

Yep, out of breath from pleasure.

Grabbing both of her wrists in his hands, he pinned her arms down to the side of her head. Still inside of her, he felt her squirm. He knew her intentions were to get free, but all she was accomplishing was igniting more desire from Leon. He could feel her wetness spread, both their thighs now polished with it.

She began to spew profanity from her mouth, but that only made his lust for her worse. Her voice was still at that husky tone, so every "fuck" sounded like dirty talk to him.

Putting all his weight on her, he finally got her to still. Viola's action were only stirring on an orgasm from him and he refused to come on those terms. Looking down on her, he was surprised to see that she didn't read as angry. Instead, what he saw on her face was... guilt.

From enjoying this? He felt pity for her, wanted her to let go. Leon began to think of anything that he could say or do to make her relent.

As she finally silenced her vulgar oaths to him, a thought came to mind. From what he knew of Viola, he was sure that deep down she was a lonely girl. She does not handle isolation well, if she had she wouldn't have been searching for content at the bottom of liquor bottles. He spent many nights observing her, watching her drink away her inhibitions and attempt to gain attention from anyone at the bar. She flirted with many men, including him once, seeming desperate at times for any type of physical contact. A hug, a handshake, didn't seem to matter to her. She was never given what she wanted, most men found her annoying while intoxicated.

Realizing this, Leon figured out something he could finally hold over her head. Something he could use to make her crave him. Because deep down, she's a weak girl craving any simple form of affection.

In flash, Leon leaned down and took her mouth in his. Not surprisingly, he initially felt her resist. She tried twisting her head away from him and keeping her lips shut. This only encouraged him to deepen the kiss, making him force his tongue into her mouth and twine with her own. His hands held onto her wrists tighter, firmly keeping her pinned down as he slowly rocked into her sex.

After a while, he finally felt her body grow soft beneath his. He felt her tongue move against his own, felt every one of her soft moans escape her pouty lips. 

He broke away for a second and looked at her. The guilt was gone from her face, but was now replaced with confusion. Before he could analyze her anymore, she lifted her neck to kiss him once again. 

Eyes clamping shut, they each took turns sucking and biting each other's lips. He felt her losing herself in their passion. Her hips began to rock, making her swollen clit rub against his pelvis.

Releasing her from their kiss, Leon looked down on her. The confusion was gone, as well as the guilt. Her face now read as an eager little pet, willing to submit.



Fallen Ch. 05



I still need to feed and I don't want to do it with Sacha tonight. I have something quite different planned. I ponder.

I linger in the sitting room, until Chancey bustles through on his way to gather provisions and prepare sleeping quarters for the boys. He is startled to see me still here.

"My Lord?" he stutters, caught by surprise, something that is unusual for him.

"I wish to taste a boy, one I have not named yet. I tasted him on the day I brought Aqua."

"Yes. Ara."

"Is that his given name or a name given?" I will not tolerate any boy retaining his given name. Usually, I name them myself, but I hunted the boy for a purpose and, when that purpose was achieved, I lost interest.

"I gave it to him myself, My Lord. When you did not name him within a few days, I believed that it was what you would have wanted."

"Indeed it is. You have chosen well, Chancey. Ara. I like it." Chancey smiles broadly. Sometimes, he treads close to the line, but it is usually only when I am rubbing it out and moving it. He still loves to serve me, and does it with care and affection.

"How many boys do we have now, Chancey?"

He responds immediately. "With the two you brought in tonight, there are seven, not including myself, Sacha and Aqua."

"Is that a good working number?"

"It is very good number, My Lord, provided your household and... needs, remain stable. If you... expand then we will need a larger stable, even with rotation."

"I see. We will need more boys when Aqua needs to feed. Well... I think that we will leave things as they are for now. Ensure that there are quarters prepared for more boys. I think that Aqua should hunt for his own stable when he is able, as his tastes may differ from mine. He can share my stable until he has established his own. It will support him for a time."

"Yes My Lord. What of Sacha, My Lord? Where will he quarter?"

"I had not thought of that. I wish him close to me, and he will spend much time in my suite, but he needs space, and quarters of his own. He is to be part of my household now, and he, therefore, deserves to be housed away from the other boys. Besides, I want to have him close."

Chancey considers for a moment. "I could have a suite next to yours prepared very easily, My Lord. I could arrange for a connecting door. He will then be able to entertain his own 'guests' including yourself and Aqua in suitably appointed rooms."

My house is not as others are. It exists in a fold between worlds and it is therefore possible to mould it, manipulate its form to a certain degree. When I handed the responsibility for keeping the house over to Chancey I also handed over the secrets of moulding it.

"That would be perfect. What would I do without you Chancey?" He glows with pleasure, a flush rising in his cheeks.

"Where would you have me send, Ara, My Lord?"

I consider. I don't want to take him back to my chamber. Tonight, that will be for Sacha and me alone. The bathing room is comfortable, but makes me shiver now that I am becoming warm towards humans in general, and my boys in particular. While I think of it, I direct Chancey.

"I wish the bath in the bathing room to be removed completely. Replace it with a sunken seating area, and fill it with more cushions. I want the room to be associated with pleasure now, and not fear or pain."

"Yes, My Lord." He looks a little surprised, but a broad smile breaks over his face.

I ponder again, then smile. "Send him to the tower room." Chancey's eyes widen and I smile. "Don't fear. He will not be hurt." I think that Chancey is more shocked by my reassurance than my choice of room.

I quickly climb the twisting staircase to the tower room, and take a key from my pocket, fitting it into the lock on the heavy oak door. It swings open silently and allows me into a room, which is dark as pitch. Although I have excellent night vision, I take a taper and box of matches from a small table near the door, and light the oil lamps that dot the room.

In the light of the lamps, the room comes to life, and it is red. The circular room is lined with windows, all the way around, and every window is covered with drapes of heavy red velvet. The floor is carpeted with red and the rugs which lie on it are red and gold. Swathes of red and black silk tent the ceiling, and the enormous carved oak bed is dressed with curtains of red velvet and linen of red and black silk.

Elaborately carved cupboards, built into the circumference of the room, contain many things that I will soon be disposing of. One of the reasons this room is red, is to make it easier for Chancey to disguise the blood stains. 

Leather straps, attached to the bed, are dyed red by it, as are the headboard and the floorboards under the carpet. The cupboards contain implements whose handles cannot be cleansed of it, and, despite the heady scent of the incense I light, the room still smells of it. But that might be just me.

As I finish lighting the lamps and the incense, I hear hesitant footsteps on the stairs. Ara is frightened, I can smell it. He has been here long enough to have heard stories about what goes on in this room. The stories are, of course, fabricated as no one who has entered this room, other than Chancey, has left to tell the truth. Along with the dungeon and the bathing room this room is universally feared and it is well known that to be summoned here is to be summoned to death. Except that it isn't, not any longer.

Ara is dressed simply in black slacks and tshirt that makes his hair glow. With the red light of the room it is like burnished bronze and I can't wait to run my hands through it. He hovers in the doorway, his eyes downcast, trying to look around the room without seeming as if he is. It makes me smile. He looks very young. If I did not know better I would hesitate as I have a strong objection to taking children. I have done enough of that in my past when I was acting under orders, I will not do it now of my free will.

I take Ara's hand, and draw him into the room, closing the door behind him. He jumps at the very final sounding click as it shuts.

"What have you heard about this room Ara?"

"I..." He looks up, his blue eyes wide and terrified. "I have heard that those who enter don't leave again, My Lord."

"Does that frighten you, Ara? Do you fear to face death?"

He licks his lips and swallows. "Yes, My... My Lord."

"You feel so tense, Ara." I murmur as I run my hands over his chest and shoulders. "You should relax." 

He tenses even more, but stands rigid and immobile, as I walk around behind him and brush the hair away from his neck, tilting his resisting head to one side. 

"You have nothing to fear, Ara." I whisper, almost regretfully as I lick his neck, tasting the lingering flavour of fear. "You will not be meeting death here today. I swear to you that you will be walking out of this room. I never lie. If you were to die here I would tell you and savour the taste of your fear, but that is not what I am seeking today."

"No... I mean, yes... I mean..."

"Hush, Ara, it's alright. You have no need to speak. Just relax." I lick him again, releasing enzymes into his blood stream through the artery in his neck. He relaxes despite himself and his head grows heavy on my shoulder. 

Moving gently away I lead him over to the bed and help him out of his clothes, before lying him down. I have no desire to be pleasured by him, as I have my own entertainment planned for later, and so I remain clothed. I kneel between his knees, leaning forwards to stroke his whole body with light strokes of my finger tips. 

Soon, I have him in a fever, moaning and sighing beneath my fingers. The timely release of carefully controlled enzymes into his body assists in my endeavour, and, by the time I have finished, he is balanced on the edge of consciousness.

Slowly and deeply I stimulate him, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. As I administer the last strokes that will bring him over the edge I bend forwards and lick my way up his body, releasing my venom as I do so, ensuring that his climax will be the most intense he has ever had. When I reach his neck I nudge his head aside and sink into him as he erupts in my hand. 

Ara bucks, his body convulsing with release, and gasps as his blood pours into me. Oh, it is sweet, it is so very sweet. His body is trembling, and I keep it in a state of excitement by toying with his flaccid penis, releasing my venom into the tip. He moans deeply, a rhythmic tremor shaking him in time with his heartbeat.

Well before I have drained him to a dangerous level, I remove my fangs and raise my head. He is still conscious, barely, still shuddering, still in ecstasy. Lying beside him, I stroke his hair, still playing with his manhood, which is slowly rising again. 

"You taste so sweet, Ara, so very sweet. It would be easy to drain you, to glut on your sweetness. You are beautiful and so, so sweet. Do you still fear death, Ara? Do you still run from it?"

He is incapable of speech, especially now, as my fingers are raising his erection to full life again, my enzymes giving him sensations he has neither experienced, nor imagined. His eyes are open, but fixed, staring into the void. I stroke his face and lean close to him, drawing his eyes into mine as a mix of my actions and chemicals begin to send him on a high so deep and intense that if I am not very careful it will kill him.

"Are you afraid, Ara?" He shakes his head slightly, unable to focus on anything other than what is happening to his genitals. "Are you still afraid to die?" He shakes his head again, gasping.

"What would you give to me to have me not stop what I am doing; to finish the ride I have started you on?"

He looks startled, slightly roused from his pleasure coma at the thought it might be ending. "Anything," he gasps.

"Would you give your life?" 

"Yes," he says with no hesitation whatever.

I kiss him gently, my fingers caressing his neck. He shudders deeply and his eyes roll. "Wait, wait just a little while. I run my fingers over his head and let a tiny amount of chemical to leak into it and he bucks off the bed, his entire body trembling and straining. I kiss him again.

"Are you prepared to die for the pleasure, Ara? Are you prepared to give your life to end what I have begun?"

"Yes," he cries out as the trembling increases, and his body strains further and further towards release. 

"Hold my hand, Ara." I take his hand and he grips me with a grip of iron. I run my thumb over his wrist and he throws his head back and stops breathing, as the most intense orgasm he has ever had rips through him, and violently convulses his body. If I let go now; if I take my finger from his pulse or stop releasing my energy into his body he will die. But I don't, I don't let him go and, when his body stills, he takes a huge shuddering breath and then relaxes, exhausted.

Ara opens his eyes and stares at me, still shaking.

"What... what happened?"

I smile. "Did you like it?"

"Like? It was... it was..." His eyes and smile turn dreamy.

"Would you like to do it again?"

"Not now," he says sharply and I smile.

"I have no desire to kill you, Ara and I would if I did that again now. But sometime, I promise."

He smiles and nods, his eyes bright, but heavy with exhaustion. "Sleep now, sweet boy. I will send Chancey to you in a little while. Until then, sleep." I lean forward and, with a kiss, impart oblivion. 

Tucking the covers around him, I let my eyes rove over his peaceful face. A strange feeling washes over me, a kind of fond protectiveness that I have never experienced before. "Ah, Astaria," I sigh. "You were always the better part of me." Her touch still tingles on my body, and I realise there is no going back now. This room will soon be cleansed of the smell of blood, as only very little will ever be released in here again. There is only the smallest pang of regret.

Chancey is waiting in the general sitting room, and looks up, his eyes anxious. I wonder why. He has never been so concerned about one of my pets before and there have been very many who have left this house lifeless over the years.

"Is he...?"

"I told you, Chancey, that he would be alright, and I do not lie. He sleeps. Give him a few hours and he will wake refreshed. He is at peace. Do not fear for him."

I narrow my eyes at the look of relief that crosses his face, then I smile. "It has been a long time since you loved, Chancey. I had begun to believe that you are as incapable of it as I am. Maybe you were. I have found softness and love again and so, I think, have you." 

Many different expressions cross his face but eventually he slumps, defeated. "I can't help it, My Lord. He is beautiful. When you first brought him, he was so afraid, confused. His life before was a privileged one. He was pampered and cherished but it hasn't spoiled him. He is a simple and generous person, sweet and gentle. I can't help but love him."

I look at him thoughtfully, tapping my lips with a finger. He has been with me a long time and he has done so much for me. I have never rewarded him, never even considered that he deserved reward. I see a young boy with anxious eyes and, although I know that is no longer the case; still, it is a powerful image to my new consciousness. I find myself smiling.

"You may have him, Chancey. I think that, after what he has just experienced, he will want to repeat it and I will take him when he needs to replenish." All of my pets require to take my blood at least once a month or they would begin to age again. Every day, I spend a little time transfusing my blood, which is mixed with neutral blood that has been obtained by Chancey. He has never told me from where, and I have never asked. The blood mix is then used to transfuse my blood into my pets every few weeks. This is why my stable has a finite size. Only a little is needed for them and I take far more from them. 

I always feed from them during the transfusion process so that there is a lesser blood supply from which their body may draw, forcing it to take in my own blood more quickly. As it is absorbed directly, and has healing properties, it replenishes the supply quickly. It has been my practice to pleasure the boys, and myself, during the process.

"Other than that, I will not touch him, and he is yours."

"My... My Lord?" he stammers, looking incredulous.

"Go to him. I will excuse you from your duties for the next few hours. Sleep with him, wake with him, take him to your room. I think it would be best if you organise your own suite down by the stable. Whatever you please, Chancey."

He lights up. "Yes, My Lord."

I take Chancey's face in my hand and look into his eyes. "You still look little more than a child, but there is so much depth in your eyes these days. Sometimes I think it is weariness. I seldom see you smile. I apologise that I have not cared. I have had many years of sadness and I have allowed them to weigh down my shoulders so far that my head was no longer high and my eyes no longer saw what was there." I stroke his cheek, and he bites his lip in a gesture that is more vulnerable, more... human than I have seen in him for a long time.

"I see more clearly now and what I see is that I have done wrong by you, by all of you. You trusted me and I repaid you in blood. Those days are no more. There will be changes, Chancey. For better, or worse, I do not know, but the very least I can do is to bring love into your life if it is in my power to do so. You have served me well for many years and it is time that was recognised.

"Make yourself a home here and share it with whom you please. I will support you in this and will endeavour never to come between you. But you must appreciate that all within this house are still mine to take and I will take them... just not as much and not in the ways I used to. I cannot cease to feed from any one of you and still maintain you... but I will be sensitive to your needs and your lover's." 

I pause and smile at the wonder in his eyes. I lean forward and kiss his lips, thinking that it has been a long time since I have tasted them. "Would it please you perhaps if I took you together?"

His eyes widen. "Yes. Yes, My Lord, it would please me."

"When do you next need to take blood?"

"Not for some time, My Lord. I... I have been... seeing to myself. I have not wanted to..."

"I understand, Chancey, but if you have been taking the blood without my feeding it will not be as effective as it should be. I suspect you have had to take it more often than the others. And what of Ara?"

"His time is soon."

"Then arrange it for some time in the coming days. Clear out the tower room. Make it comfortable for you, and for Ara. From now on that shall by our trysting room. You will transfuse there together and I will take you there together... if this is what you wish."

"Oh yes, My Lord, yes. It is more than I would ever have dared wish for." Impulsively he kisses me and then draws back, a look of shocked horror on his face. "My... My Lord I... I..."

I smile and ruffle his hair. "Don't say you are sorry, Chancey, because you aren't sorry... and neither am I. Now, go to your lover and when he wakes start planning your new home."

Chancey practically skips towards the door to the tower. It has been a long, long time since anyone has run eagerly to it. It is over time for a change. The thought suddenly comes to me that it would be good to hear laughter in the house, laughter that is not cut short by my presence.

I am tired by the time I reach my rooms. As soon as I open the door I smell the food and it makes my stomach growl.

Sacha is sitting on the rug in front of the fire, staring into the flames, a glass of blood red wine in his hand. Beside him, on a low table, another glass is poured and two bottles stand waiting. To one side a table is laid with pristine white linen and a meal fit for a king which, in this house I am. Sacha looks up as I enter and his eyes widen. He puts the glass down and rises to his feet. 

"My Lord; forgive me I..."

I give him no chance to speak the rest of the sentence, because he is so beautiful, and the love he offers reaches out to my desiccated soul as the food to my hungry belly. He gasps but reacts instantly when I take him in my arms. When I kiss him there is nothing but a kiss, when I cup his face in my hand it is nothing but a caress. Tonight, there will be no venom, no control; tonight for the first time in centuries I will make love to a man who responds to me for no other reason than that he wants to.

Sacha embraces me freely and returns my kiss eagerly, although there is still hesitation there. I draw back, and look into his face which is still somewhat incredulous and filled with uncertainty. I stroke him gently.

"Sacha, you are beautiful and your love shines like the brightest light in my many years of darkness. When I look into your eyes I do not ever want to see fear or hesitation. Your life changes forever tonight. In my bed you are my equal. Do not fear either to ask or to give. If I do not like what you are doing I will tell you and I will expect you to tell me if I am not pleasing you in the way you wish.

"It has been a long time since I have slept and woken in the arms of another and it is something that, now it is within my reach, I find myself yearning for. I have pets, I have servants but now I want a lover. Can you be that?"

Sacha is almost in tears. He nods, swallowing an obstruction in his throat. "It would be my pleasure, My Lord."

"I know. That is why you are here. I will not use my venom on you Sacha and my kisses will be only kisses... unless you ask for it. If you ask it will be freely given."

Again he nods as if he is afraid to believe what he is hearing.

"Tell me, what is it that you wish?"




Fallen Ch. 05



What is wrong with me? Viola laid on her back, pinned down by a man that she no longer felt utter scorn for. Her hatred melted away, as he looked down at her with those intense green eyes. All because of a kiss? Am I that weak?

His hands released her wrists and cupped her face, as he leaned down for another consuming kiss. He wasted no time intensifying it. Their teeth clattered on impact. She gasped as she found his tongue plunging deep, lapping against her own.

Leaving her panting for breath, Leon moved his firm lips to her neck, nipping it in between teasing licks. Viola's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She could feel more of her wetness flooding out, coating his throbbing cock. He was a biter and God she loved biters.

Her hands went to the back of his head. He stilled for a moment to see what she was going to do, most likely expecting her to pull him off. All tension was released when he felt her fingers twine and play with his silky hair. 

Viola threw her head back as he flicked his tongue over her collarbone. Yes, I am that weak! And at this moment she didn't care. She was too preoccupied enjoying the one person in the world who made her feel... good.

He spoke against her skin, so low that it tickled her flesh. "Is my little pet enjoying this?"

So easily she purred, "Yes, Master."

Leon's tongue worked its way back up her neck and to her lips. He traced the lining of her bottom one before pulling it between his teeth. Her eyelids felt heavy. The way he worked every part of her body was intoxicating. 

When the rhythm of his hips increased, Viola moved her hands onto his back. Just like he was a biter, Viola was a scratcher. Her nails skimmed along his muscles, sliding easily over the sweat slicked surface from his shoulders to his lower back and up again.

He let out a growl and released her lips. Disappointment washed over her. He's just like all the others. Any other guy who she scratched during sex would always end up complaining. They'd tell her that she was doing it too hard or that her nails were too long, always making her feel self-conscious about something that she loved to do.

She expected him to scold her, to command his "pet" to never do that again. His mouth went to her ear. In a low guttural sound, he rasped, "Do that again, love."

For real? She repeated her actions, this time running her nails along his ribcage on the way back up. He quaked on top of her, letting out a vigorous buck that sent her crown knocking against the headboard. Viola repeated this, digging harder into his back, not satisfied unless she left marks. 

He kissed the side of her cheek through his praises. "My pet is being such a good girl. She must really want to be with her Master upstairs."

I do. At first she only agreed to his little game for the sole purpose of finding a way to escape. She didn't care if she had to break down a Goddamn window, it was going to be done.

But now as this virile man rutted on top of her, alternating between sweet kisses and wicked bites, she wasn't so sure she wanted to go.

She swallowed hard, so loud that she was sure that Leon could hear it. Of course she wanted to leave, there was no way she could stay here forever. In the midst of her thoughts, Leon reached up and grabbed her breasts. Caught off guard, she softened to his touch, moaning euphorically to the ceiling. His fingers pinched one of her brown nipples, making her arch her back and use her nails to pull him closer to her. 

I'll leave when I'm done enjoying with. Who said that she couldn't fuck the brains out of this gorgeous man and plot a way to escape at the same time? After all, I am multitasking kind of bitch. 

Decided, she placed her hands on his face to pull his gaze to meet her own. "I thought I was supposed to be the one working to please you?"

He quirked a brow. "I suppose you are. That was the deal correct?"





Fallen Ch. 05



No, I wasn't that bad. She wasn't an addict, when she worked she barely even got a taste of alcohol. So what if she wanted to enjoy some spirits not that she was free... fired... from that job.

She sat up in bed, ready to give him a tongue lashing. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about. So stop acting like you know every Goddamn thing about my life. I'm not an alcoholic. Never was and never will be."

They sat there in silence. Really? No argument? Leon had looked at her like he deeply wanted to say something, but never did. So Viola continued swinging oaths at him, waiting for a response after each one. 

His silence was making Viola uneasy, making her second guess herself. No. People don't go through detox after drinking heavy for only a month. That takes years... Right?

It was easier for her to stand her ground when she had something to fight, when she had him to fight. This solemn and aloof attitude he was carrying was driving her crazy. Get angry! Goddamn you, do not make me look like the asshole in all of this! 

They sat in that room for about an hour. During that time, Viola volleyed ideas back and forth. She tried to think of any possible illnesses that could have caused those symptoms. After another hour passed, she was able to determine one thing: none of my theories make a damn bit of sense. But his did.

These past two hours, every time she felt like she hit a roadblock in her mind, the first thing she would think about was drinking away the discomfort. Oh fuck. How long had that been programmed into her thought process? 

Tough shit goes down. I can't deal or make sense of it. I get frustrated. I pour a drink. Take it to the head. Feel better.

She sucked her inner cheek. "Okay, maybe it was the alcohol."

Leon's brows drew together, as if he wasn't expecting her to admit to this.

Then what the hell were you waiting on!? Wasn't all this quietude just a way to break her down? To make her agree with him? "What the hell is the game you're trying to play?"

His voice stammered before he spoke, "I... I'm not playing a game. You listened to what I said?"

"Of course I did! If I hadn't listened to you, I wouldn't have been so pissed! It's all I've been thinking about!" Her yelling was exhausting her, drying her mouth out so much that she feared her tongue would crack.

He seemed surprised by all this. "Oh. So what made you come to this conclusion?"

Don't make me give you a play-by-play of all the shit that ran through my mind. There is absolutely no fucking method to my ungodly madness. "I just thought some things over. What I went through, am going through, seems to correspond with detox. At least from the little I know about it."

He seemed relaxed by that, some of his dour was fading. 

Viola had just admitted that he was right. So gloat. He didn't.

Looking up at the ceiling she asked, "So what's going to happen to me now? Am I going to get worse?"

Any grim shadow that was once casted over him fell. He seemed... pleased over the fact that she asked him that question. Clearing his throat, "Well, I think that the worse has probably passed. I'm not a doctor, so I can't know for sure. The only reference I have to all of this is WebMD."

She laughed softly. Better than my reference. Which was nothing. "I hope you're right."

Then again he's always right. Isn't he? She remembered all the times he told her that she belonged with him. That it was her own good. Was he right about that? 

Would she have given up drinking if she wasn't forced to go without? Not likely. She thought over and over again in her mind what she would've done if she woke up in her apartment instead of Leon's basement. What did she conclude? That she would have resumed her normal day-to-day routine.

Viola determined that the only thing that would've stopped her was two things: first thing would be running out of money. That would've stopped her drinking, but not by choice. The second, her family or friends would change their minds about hating her and decide to intervene. That seemed very unlikely. No one in this world cared enough about her to step in and save her.

Her gaze fell on Leon. Didn't he step in? Did... did he help me?

This whole situation was turning into a clusterfuck.

No, he didn't help her. He brought her here to fuck and use her. The fact that she began going through withdrawals was probably just an annoyance to him... but he looked sad and worried when I woke up today... which was why he stayed away for two days. 

Don't forget who this dickwad is. Play his game. "Master, I'm really thirsty. Can I please have some water?"

"Uh, of course." As he got up and walked towards the door, he asked over his shoulder, "Do you need something to eat?"

Anything that you don't prepare. "Yeah. Do you have any bread or crackers?"

He nodded. "I'll bring you back some."

"Thank you, Master." It's the least you can do, you psycho.

Before he left the room, she saw that he seemed to have been pleased with her gratitude.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched the door close. Enjoy it while you can, because it's all a fucking show.

To Be Continued...



Fallen Ch. 05



"You, My Lord," he breathes as he reaches for me.



Fallen Ch. 06



To sleep in the arms of one you love. What joy is that! I look down at Sacha's sleeping face and cannot help but smile. The joy shines from him and reflects in my own heart. I cannot say that I love him. I cannot say that I ever will. Perhaps it will come. Perhaps we will, all three of us, come to share love in this way. Hel knows my bed is big enough for three. It has never seemed so big as now when I realise how empty it has been.

I think of Chancey and Ara, asleep in each other's arms. I think of David and Pen, whose love I really have only now begun to recognise. I think of Aqua who seems suddenly to have brought love and light into the lives of everyone here and I wonder if he will ever know it. I sigh heavily. If I am honest with myself it is he I want in my arms and, shockingly, I also want to feel his arms around me. It has been time before memory since I have submitted to any man and now I find myself not only prepared to, but longing for it.

My stomach twitches, almost uncomfortably, when I think of the way Aqua growled and clawed me, and I can feel his breath on my neck, smell his scent and see the light in those glorious eyes. The very thought of him sends waves of desire crashing within me and I find myself growing hard. Sacha stirs and sighs in his sleep and I carefully untangle our bodies. Sliding my arms into a silk robe I walk softly across the room and out into the cool corridor.

I wonder where he is and stand still for a moment, extending my senses. All through the house all I feel is contentment and peace. Everyone is asleep, but there is restlessness, disturbance. I follow it.

He's asleep. Not just asleep. David is with him, curled up in the next bed. That makes me smile and I pause to stroke his cheek and throat, sending him into a deeper sleep. I want no interruptions tonight.

It is almost as if he draws me to him with his presence. I am mesmerised by him and spend some time, simply staring into his face. He is breathlessly beautiful, perfect in every way. I am lost in him. Idly, I toy with his hair, running my hand through its silky softness. I trace his lips with the tip of my finger and he surprises me by letting them fall apart, allowing me to slip the tip of my finger into his mouth. With seeming automatism, he closes his lips around my finger and licks the tip... then he bites me, hard.

With a cry, I tear my finger away and look down, with shock, into his eyes, which are open and deadly cold. I have to smile: he is full of surprises. He's too weak to move and yet the passion in him is fierce and bright and exciting.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine," he spits out. "No thanks to you."

"I doubt that you feel fine, but you certainly seem better," I say, trailing my hand over his shoulder and noting with satisfaction the way it makes him shiver.

"I feel fine. Let me go." He tries to shrug off my hand, but he's not up to it.

"That's impossible."

"You lied to me," he growls.

"I have never lied to you."

"You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"Are you hurting?" He glares at me, his marvellous eyes sparking.

"No... not exactly."

"Have you felt pain since you have been with me?"

"No, but..." He is practically grinding his teeth with anger and frustration, a heady mix that smells so good. 

"Then I have not hurt you, nor will I ever hurt you."

"I don't give a fuck. Leave me alone. Let me go."

"You know I am not going to do that, Aqua."

"What the fuck...? My name is not Aqua."

"It is now."

"Like fuck it is," h+e growls. "I have a name, a perfectly good name and I will not give it up for you or anyone else."

"You have such passion; such fire in you. It is glorious." And it's exciting me in such a sexual way I can hardly keep my hands off him. Would I be a bad man if I took him now, like this; weak and helpless, unable to fight me? Do I care?

"If I was able, I would spit on you." 

Oh what a little spitfire you are, beautiful boy. "If you were able I would let you."

He glares at me, but there is a hint of something else in his eyes now. It is, perhaps, curiosity.

"Who are you?"

"I am your master, for now. Soon I will be you lover and then your partner for life."

He snorts. "You're fucking crazy. As if."

"You don't believe me, not yet, but you will."

"I don't know what you think is happening, but I can assure you that there is not the remotest possibility I am ever going to be your lover or partner and even less that I will call you my master." The words exhaust him and his eyes are growing heavy, but he is still fighting. My heart beats faster and my longing to kiss him is almost unbearable.

"It's what they all say to begin with."

"Do they?" He pauses frowning. "Who are 'they'?"

"My boys; my pets."

"Oh yes...you said I was your pet. Right. Think again."

"I have thought again and you are too good for a pet. Don't you remember? I told you that you are no one's pet. As soon as you are well enough, you will be moving into a suite near mine and you will be taken care of by one of my staff."

"One of your 'pets'?"

"No. Someone else, altogether."

"Fuck you. Fuck him." I smile at him and stroke his chest. He is so weak he can't stop me, although he actually manages to raise his hand. "Fuck off and leave me alone."

Still smiling, I move my hand lower and he growls. "Don't you fucking dare." 

I dare. And then, I send him back into oblivion, with fire in his eyes and curses on his lips. Marvellous.

I am still feeling restless. I need release and I need it now. I want to take it with him, but he is too fragile. Slipping off my robe, I slide into bed next to David, taking him into my arms. He sighs and stirs blinking drugged eyes at me.

"I need you, David. I need you to please me."

He smiles openly. "Yes, My Lord."

With no further preamble David slides down and takes me into his mouth. This time he is fully aware of what he is doing, almost as good as Pen. I close my eyes and shiver as his lips and tongue play over me. My mind drifts and the thoughts that lodge there are not conducive to pleasure or release.

Reaching down I tug on David's hair, not hard but he knows what I want. Obediently he slides up my body and kisses me. It is sweet. I manoeuvre him so that I am straddling him and he continues to stroke me as I rub my balls against his erection. He whimpers and I rub harder. His fingers falter and I slide out of his grip.

He raises his hips as I press against his entrance, and bites his lip, waiting for pain. I forget that some of my boys are inexperienced and it occurs to me that perhaps the experience with Pen in the bathing room was his first. I do not usually consider whether or not I inflict pain, it is not my concern but this time, with Aqua lying so close there is something in me that flinches from it. 

Scooping precum from his throbbing head I rub in into his entrance, lubricating him carefully and preparing him with my fingers. I know he appreciates it because there is a new dimension to his moans.

I am surprised. I find the experience exhilarating: pleasuring him for no reason other than to please him. Of course I pleasure my boys before I feed but with the sole intention of heightening the pleasure of feeding for me. This time that is not the case. Although I intend to feed there is no intrinsic connection. I am here for pleasure and not just to slake my hunger in the best way possible for me.

Taken by surprise by my own emotion, I bend to kiss him while I am still sliding my fingers in and out of him, finding the place inside that makes him cry out. He is sweating and writhing and it excites me as it never has before.

"David, you are very beautiful and I want to please you." His eyes are closed and his lips parted and I flick them with my tongue. This time there will be no fear to flavour his taste and I anticipate it will be all the better for it.

David arches his back and I take advantage of it to lick the sweat from his chest and take one of his nipples into my mouth. He sqeaks and buries his hand in my hair, careful not to pull. He is holding back a little, afraid to displease me.

Taking my fingers from him I put my hands on his hips, massaging the soft flesh beside the hip bone. He is shaking with anticipation.

"Let go, David. Don't hold anything back. Just let go." He is breathing hard and opens his eyes to look at me. There is dazed puzzlement there as if he doesn't know what's expected of him. Moving my thumbs in little circles I move them down along his hip bones to rest over his femoral artery and send short bursts of rippling pleasure through him until there is no question of holding back.

When I enter him he is in a frenzy and locks his legs around me raising his hips to meet me. He is panting and grunting and his hair is wild around his head. When I lean forwards he claws at me with his hands and pulls me hard against him, kissing me with real passion, his eyes glazed with lust.

"Do you like this David, do you?" He can't answer and I don't expect him to. Raising myself again I close my eyes and give myself to the pleasure as it rises higher and higher until it explodes within him and I surprise myself by crying out my release. Of course it is not a complete release but I have trained myself well and the restraint is almost natural to me now.

Sliding out of him I find him still panting, still straining. While normally I would simply have taken what I needed from him and walked away, this time I lower myself to lie beside him and stroke his throbbing cock with light, teasing touches of my finger tips. He moans deeply almost sobbing with anticipation. I stroke his face with my other hand and he turns it towards me. I tease his lips in the same way I tease his groin and I feel his body throb with almost painful tension.

"Do you wish for release, beautiful boy? Do you want me to take you all the way?"

"Yes." He manages to gasp and I lower my head to cover his mouth as I grasp him firmly and give him his wish. 

As he climaxes I take what I need from him and then take a few moments to kiss and caress him before leaving him awake and shocked.

Sacha is still fast asleep when I return and slide into bed with him, kissing him gently before taking him into my arms and falling asleep with the softness of his hair beneath my cheek.

At 10am the following day I make my way towards the transfusion suite. I have given instructions to Chancey that Bridge is to receive my blood every day until his sickness leaves him. The rooms here are small but comfortable. I insist on comfort wherever I am and I have taken pains to ensure even in my deepest callousness that my boys have nothing less.

He is asleep when I enter. Some of the boys, especially new ones, find this a traumatic experience. In the next room Mario is undergoing the process unconscious; as he has been from the moment he came to his senses and started to fight. Soon I will go to him and take the fight out of him, but now he is not even in my attention, which is all fixed on the sleeping angel. For many, the experience is a tense one; lying waiting for me with my blood dripping, drop by drop into their arm. I could, of course allow them to feed directly from my body, but that is something so deeply personal it is only shared with lovers and, in recent centuries only one other, one time. In all of this part of my life, I have never yet found anyone who is so relaxed during the procedure as to actually fall asleep naturally... until now.

Bridge wakes, as I lie beside him and stroke his naked body. He stirs and smiles sleepily up at me. He has accepted completely and I wonder again what life he must have led before.

"Will this really make me well?" he asks in his soft voice. I had not realised until now how beautiful it is.

"It will, in time. You are very sick."

"I know. I was waiting to die. I was careful though," he says quickly, anxious that I do not think badly of him. "I didn't infect any of my... of the men who..."

I touch his lips and shake my head. "That is over now. No man; no one will touch you in anger again. There will be no more bruises on your beautiful face."

"But I... I am afraid."

"There is no need to fear. No one will hurt you here."

"No, no," he says impatiently. "I didn't mean me. I'm not afraid for me, I trust you. But you... you drink my blood and..." He falters at the expression on my face which is utterly incredulous.

"You are afraid for - me?"

"I... yes, I..." 

The smile that cracks my face has tears in it, tears I have not shed for many, many years.

"There is nothing to fear little one. You cannot hurt me. Certainly not with any sickness your body carries. I cannot be harmed by your illnesses and diseases. I am not human."

His eyes widen. "I'd forgotten."

"Forgotten? You had forgotten what I am?"

"No, not really but... I had forgotten you're not human. You're the most human person I have ever met."

I smile and touch his face. "Compassion is not confined to humanity little one. Sometimes I wonder if it touches them at all anymore. Relax now. Lay your fears to rest and begin to heal."

He smiles his bright, innocent smile as I begin his journey to ecstasy. For all that this body has been through, for all that it has done and had done to it, the soul it houses is innocent and strong. He is all beauty, within and without, and all this I taste in his blood. All this and just how sick he really is. Without me he would have died very soon. He would have been lucky to last the month. I am glad that, with all he has already given me and will give me in the years to come, I will be able to give him at least one gift, the gift of life.

He does not moan or cry out as I pleasure him. The occasional soft sigh is the only sign that he is feeling the pleasure I so badly want to give him. When I run my fingers over his hypersensitive head, releasing enzymes into it, he shivers and gasps, already close to release, but I realise this isn't enough, not now, not for him.

Releasing him I raise my hand to his face. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me with surprise and disappointment. I smile at him and bow my head to kiss him; he responds eagerly. Gently breathing into him I feel his shivering body relax deeply. Leaving him semi conscious I get up and remove my clothes.

Aware of his delicate condition I move his body gently and when I massage his entrance and let my finger slide into him he cries out for the first time, not in pain but in shocked pleasure. I make love to him slowly. Oh Hel; I realise suddenly, I am making love to him - love, caring, compassion and protectiveness. What is happening to me – Aqua, Sacha and now Bridge? Is it something in me that is changing? Yes, certainly. There is a shift, a melting of the ice around my heart that is making me more capable of love, of compassion, but it is more than that, it is fate sending me boys who are truly beautiful in ways I have never experienced before, boys who are easy to love.

Bridge murmurs something incoherent as I move within him. He had been so completely relaxed my entry was sweet and easy. I consider bitterly the difference between him and David; he is no virgin, far from it. I bend forward to kiss him and he shudders, as I breathe joy into him.

I know he is close and so am I. The pleasure I am getting from caring about him, really caring, is something I have never felt before. I sink my fangs into is neck and in moments I am dizzy with him. There is something... something beneath the sickness that tantalises but eludes me. His body heaves under me as the taste of his orgasm floods me, to the point of intoxication. And he doesn't make a sound.

It is a while before I realise that he has continued to struggle and that the struggling is getting weaker. I wouldn't have noticed at all if I hadn't tasted it, like smoke in his blood. I withdraw hurriedly and raise myself away from him. He is gasping for breath, his chest heaving and his eyelids fluttering, showing only a crescent of white beneath.

Damn. I should have realised that, in his weakened state he has no strength, no endurance and he is rapidly losing what little he has. Gently taking his face between my hands, I breathe softly into his mouth. He takes a deep shuddering breath and then it falls into a more natural pattern. I continue to breathe gentle intoxication into him, until his frantic heartbeat slows and, with a sigh, he relaxes.

My own heart is pounding when I realise how close I came to losing him; my own selfish blindness the sole cause of his peril. Lying beside him, I take him into my arms and he stirs fitfully. Blinking open his eyes he smiles his open, innocent smile and it almost breaks my heart. 

"Thank you," he whispers, simply and tears spring to my eyes.

"But I hurt you. I almost... I could have..."

"I know," he smiles. "But you didn't."

"You... you felt it?"

"Of course I did. When I... when I was... coming down I felt... I could feel you drinking and it felt good but I was... I was so tired and I couldn't breathe. My chest hurt so bad, and I tried to push you away. I knew I was dying, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had no strength." He;d been looking sombre and thoughtful, but suddenly he gives me his quick, bright smile. "I trusted you. I knew you would know, that you would save me, so I just let go and you came." 

The smile, the trust; the absolute trust shakes me to the core. He has no idea how many boys have died under my hands, some by accident and some by design. He has no idea... he trusts me. He trusts me with his life and I have the feeling that, even if he did know, he would still trust me. And now there are tears on my cheek.

"Don't cry,"he murmurs and snuggles in to me. Impulsively I hug him close and bury my face in the soft scented hair.

"What's your name?" I surprise myself by asking. 

"Bridge," he murmurs, sleepily.

"No. I mean your real name; the one you had before."

"Bridge is my real name. I've never had a more real one. There is no before."

Stroking his hair, I feel him tremble. "Bridge," I say gently and he looks up at me, his eyes shadowed and wary. "What kind of life did you leave behind, to throw yourself so hard at this one?"

"No kind."

I watch his face close up and I touch it gently with my finger. He shudders. "You don't have to tell me."