Caramel: Book 3 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Series
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
23,288
Reviews:
696
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
23,288
Reviews:
696
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Caramel
Greetings! Thanks to tuning into the next installment of X and the boys. As mentioned in my other writings, I don’t plot out ahead of time. I have the start; the climax and the ending – how I get there is a surprise to us all.
I was going to hold off on this until I got the first chapter done, but because of the fuck up with the uploading for the epilogue for the end of Cinnamon, I am posting this early. I don’t know why I feel guilty about the computer glitch, but I do. So….teaser, I know….
FOR GOD’S SAKE, please read “CAKE” & CINNAMON” before starting this. I am not going back to explain how things go so fucked up to begin with or how Xavier got brothers, and wings and a wife even though he’s gay and married 3x over.
Once again, comments, corrections and queries are welcomed. ENJOY!
Kiix
PROLOGUE: Welcome to the nightmare that is my Life.
Oh, for the simpler times when all I worried about was getting a case of beer, ordering pizza and wings and flopping down in front of the television to add another ten pounds to by 290 lbs I already amassed. There was no drama in my life, because I didn’t have one.
Work, Thieve, Sleep and beer and chicken wings on the weekends. Oooh hooo.
Then the neverending nightmare started. I got caught at my industrial espionage by blind luck. I got a vampire sicced on me. He decided to suck on me. He decided to fuck me. He decided to keep me as his number one science project for the allotted year. He took me from 290 to 135 in 365 days though a regime of exercise, horror, rape, terror, starvation and discipline. After this was all said and done, he decided that I was his one and only true love. This is because I tried to kill him with a letter opener.
He turned me into a vampire without my consent to the Covenant. Which I find out later is a canon law type thing and that if people find out we broke it, we’re both dead. Oh, I’m in love with the big monkey….yeah, I’m fucked up, three ways from Sunday. Number one is Xavier, Lord Emperor…pardon me, Blood Emperor. That stuck really quick. I get called Blood now. Creepy. Number Two is Sex, my savior during the horror years. Number Three is Azrael, who isn’t First now and is not really an assassin anymore but is still called the Angel of Death and is basically prowling around looking for trouble – a desk jockey he is not.
It’s not a nightmare anymore, not really. I’m Blue, I’m Royal and best of all I’m loved. A lover for each of me. Armor, my soul; Claudius, my heart and Marcus, my twisted-dark-chain-me-up-and-fuck-me-unconscious-while-playing-me-a-soul-stirring-violin-solo-side.
Oh yeah, I’m the head of a multinational clandestine Vampire assassin secret society that masquerades as a fortune 500 company. I’m beloved Death to the Hellcat Nation. I’ve pissed the Lycan’s off almost to the point where there’s going to be a war. I’m still a supermodel, even with my now monochromatic look. The camera still loves my green eyes. That’s kind of cliché, the supermodel of death. I’ve still to do that charity fashion show because of all the damage I’ve to outdoor pools with my Phoenix Wings. Fiery wings which allow me to fly but burning everything around me. (The pills are working!! The post burn hyper metabolism is some what under control. I haven’t dropped another pound in months.)
Oh, my wife-to-be is pregnant. I guess my little guys are alive and kicking after all. The wedding is set for just after the fashion show. All I’ve been informed of having to do is show up in the tux that Claudia picks out. I’m gay. She knows it. We’re trying to be friends but it’s kind of hard when part of me is fucking her dad.
My life went from being a nightmare to just being totally fucking complicated. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Now…on with the show. Tick Tock.
I was going to hold off on this until I got the first chapter done, but because of the fuck up with the uploading for the epilogue for the end of Cinnamon, I am posting this early. I don’t know why I feel guilty about the computer glitch, but I do. So….teaser, I know….
FOR GOD’S SAKE, please read “CAKE” & CINNAMON” before starting this. I am not going back to explain how things go so fucked up to begin with or how Xavier got brothers, and wings and a wife even though he’s gay and married 3x over.
Once again, comments, corrections and queries are welcomed. ENJOY!
Kiix
PROLOGUE: Welcome to the nightmare that is my Life.
Oh, for the simpler times when all I worried about was getting a case of beer, ordering pizza and wings and flopping down in front of the television to add another ten pounds to by 290 lbs I already amassed. There was no drama in my life, because I didn’t have one.
Work, Thieve, Sleep and beer and chicken wings on the weekends. Oooh hooo.
Then the neverending nightmare started. I got caught at my industrial espionage by blind luck. I got a vampire sicced on me. He decided to suck on me. He decided to fuck me. He decided to keep me as his number one science project for the allotted year. He took me from 290 to 135 in 365 days though a regime of exercise, horror, rape, terror, starvation and discipline. After this was all said and done, he decided that I was his one and only true love. This is because I tried to kill him with a letter opener.
He turned me into a vampire without my consent to the Covenant. Which I find out later is a canon law type thing and that if people find out we broke it, we’re both dead. Oh, I’m in love with the big monkey….yeah, I’m fucked up, three ways from Sunday. Number one is Xavier, Lord Emperor…pardon me, Blood Emperor. That stuck really quick. I get called Blood now. Creepy. Number Two is Sex, my savior during the horror years. Number Three is Azrael, who isn’t First now and is not really an assassin anymore but is still called the Angel of Death and is basically prowling around looking for trouble – a desk jockey he is not.
It’s not a nightmare anymore, not really. I’m Blue, I’m Royal and best of all I’m loved. A lover for each of me. Armor, my soul; Claudius, my heart and Marcus, my twisted-dark-chain-me-up-and-fuck-me-unconscious-while-playing-me-a-soul-stirring-violin-solo-side.
Oh yeah, I’m the head of a multinational clandestine Vampire assassin secret society that masquerades as a fortune 500 company. I’m beloved Death to the Hellcat Nation. I’ve pissed the Lycan’s off almost to the point where there’s going to be a war. I’m still a supermodel, even with my now monochromatic look. The camera still loves my green eyes. That’s kind of cliché, the supermodel of death. I’ve still to do that charity fashion show because of all the damage I’ve to outdoor pools with my Phoenix Wings. Fiery wings which allow me to fly but burning everything around me. (The pills are working!! The post burn hyper metabolism is some what under control. I haven’t dropped another pound in months.)
Oh, my wife-to-be is pregnant. I guess my little guys are alive and kicking after all. The wedding is set for just after the fashion show. All I’ve been informed of having to do is show up in the tux that Claudia picks out. I’m gay. She knows it. We’re trying to be friends but it’s kind of hard when part of me is fucking her dad.
My life went from being a nightmare to just being totally fucking complicated. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Now…on with the show. Tick Tock.