Dhampir Saga: Forbidden Mate (On Hold)
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,469
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters belong to this author and Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
Chapter 1: Stranger
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Sorry about the take down, but i just didn't like how this story was moving, I hope you like the new DS:FM.
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Drake: vampire 83 years old, *turned at 16* about 5’2” messy black hair with blood red tips to his chin, with large chocolate brown eyes, very pale skin, with long lean muscles.
Bow: half vampire/ hunter, 25 years old, 6’2” classic vampire looks, long dark hair to his shoulders, thin face with high check bones and black eyes slightly almond shaped, has a wolf tattoo on his left shoulder and more scars then most people...
The mistress: Vampire, the only thing that Bow knows about her is that she has long wavy blonde hair that gently sweeps the floor as she walks.
The collector: Unknown species, appears to be about 45, 6”,tall and lean, light salt and pepper hair, scar that runs from the left side of his face down to his jaw line, unclean shaven, cold blue eyes, slightly almond in shape.
****Chapter 1: The Stranger ******
Drake sat silently watching the humans leave The Dolls House, a wave of pity washed over him, many of the humans had been feed upon, and would be back, until their bodies could give no more. Slowly stand Drake turned and grabbed his coat from the seat beside him, dawn was fast
approaching and although sunlight did not kill vampires, it made them lethargic and slow, something Drake could not afford to be. As he slipped past the humans and out towards the street he saw his reflection in the black tinted doors. His black and red hair fell in a mess to his chin; dark chocolate brown eyes stared out of his too pale skin. He was 16 when he was turned into a vampire, and that had been 67 years ago, he didn’t mind, he used his youthful face to his advantage. How many people really took notice of a 16 year old boy?
Drake has almost reached the door when the muscled arm encircled his narrow waist, pulling him backwards into the firm body. Drake felt the panic rise through him, memories of being trapped flashed before his eyes but he forced them away. The voice behind him returned his mind to where he was, “How about you hang around for awhile, little one?’
Drake clenched his teeth together, Martin was another vampire, and bouncer of The Dolls House, he had taken a fancy to ‘claiming’ Drake, like I’d let that happen. Drake forcibly removed Martin’s arm from around his body before turning to face the bigger man.
‘I believe we’ve spoke about this before...Fuck off Martin.’
Drake turned on his heels and stepped out into the cooling darkness of the street. He started to walk away from the lights of the club but the strong hands of Martin captured him, spinning him around and pinned him to the rough wall.
“I don’t believe we had finished talking.’
Drake didn’t bother trying to push Martin away, he knew that it would just piss him off, Drake tried to swallow around the dry lump in his throat. Martin leant forward, covering Drake smaller form from view; Drake turned his head as the other vampire leant in closer. Drake smelt the stench of old blood that clung to Martins breath, just as Martins lips touch the pulse in Drakes neck a voice halted them.
‘I believe you have something of mine.’
As Martin moved back Drake turned his face to see his rescuer, the man was young about 25, with long black hair that curled around the collar of the dark red shirt that clung to his chest. There was nothing outwardly intimidating about the man but his presence sent chills down Drakes spine. There is something off about him. Drake didn’t have time to dwell on that thought to long as Martins grip tightened possessively on his arm.
‘Get lost; this has nothing to do with you!’
Drake watched in fascination and the newcomer smiled and raised his hands in a mocking surrender.
‘You are drooling on my lover; I would say it has something to do with me.’
Drake tried to hid in own confusion from Martin, as the bigger vampire looked from him to the newcomer. He looked closer at the man, he was tall with black eyes that seemed to see through you, Drake felt Martins grip lessen.
‘I ain’t gonna just take you’re word. What proof do you have that Drake belongs to you?’
The other man smiled, and held his hand out towards Drake, ‘release him and we’ll prove it to you.’
Drake glanced up at Martin who was stood glaring at the other man, the veins in his neck pulsed, finally he let go of Drake pushing him towards the stranger.
‘Fine show me you’re ‘proof’.
Drake felt strong arm’s catch him from falling, he stared up into the two endless orbs of darkness.
‘Shall we show him my lover?’
Drake started to protest when the stranger’s lips crashed into his, Drake felt the other’s hand moved around his waist, pulling his body closer. The heat from the other mans skin felt like it could burn Drake but he suddenly didn’t care. As the strangers tongue moved over his bottom lip he opened his mouth, moaning softly as the stranger’s tongue moved possessively through his mouth claiming him. Drake felt the man’s free hand travel up his body, until it tangled into his hair. The strange broke the kiss and forced Drake’s head back exposing his neck to the cool night air, panic began to stir in Drake but his mind didn’t want to work, he felt sleepy, confused it was as if he had drunk too much.
A searing hot tongue moved along the pulse in his neck, he groan and clutched tighter at the blood red shirt, letting his eyes flutter shut, as the stranger nipped at his pulse. The stranger chuckled against his neck, before kissing up to his ear.
‘You’re friend is gone.’
Drake’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head, Martin was no where to be seen, the street was empty apart from them. Blushing Drake started to pull away, but the stranger just kept hold, Drake looked up into the endless black eyes.
‘You can let go now.’
‘What you’re not going to thank me for helping you?’
Drake felt the knot in his stomach reappear as the stranger smiled a knowing smile. Drake tried to pull away, but his body felt weak and heavy, as the first rays of dawn shone brightly across the sky.
‘Don’t worry; I just want to taste you again, nothing more.’
Drake felt the stranger less his hold, he knew he should run but what harm could one more kiss do? Leaning up of tip toes Drake places his lips against the warm skin of the other man, moaning into the kiss. Drake felt the man’s arm tighten around his waist again, pressing him tight into the other body, he began to relax, letting the kiss sweep him away again. A sudden pain appeared in his neck, shoving the strange away, Drake reached up and pulled the syringe from his neck.
Drake tried to speak, but no sound came out, the world around him moved and spun, his legs buckled forcing him to the ground. He heard the stranger chuckle; a hand clasped onto his chin and forced him to look into the other eyes.
‘Good morning Drake.’
Drake felt the darkness close in upon him, and collapsed to the floor.
Bow leant down and easily lifted the unconscious vampire from the floor and began to walk back to his car.
‘What did you do to him?’
Bow sighed and turned to face Martin, who bared his fangs and hissed at him.
‘I used dead man’s blood on him vampire and unless you wish the same stay out of my business.’
Bow watched as Martin’s eyes widened, he saw the conflict flicker across his blood red eyes, before Martin retreated into the safety of the club.
Bow easily placed the vampire in the car; the dead man’s blood would keep him unconscious for another few hours, plenty of time for Bow to do what he needed. Getting into the drivers seat he turned and looked at his young prey. Drake looked about 16, his hair spilled across his face; long black lashes contrasted his pale cheeks. Bow reached out and brushed the hair out of his face, the vampire looked so helpless.
Bow forced himself to turn away, Bow tried to focus on the task at hand but his lips still held the warmth and taste of the vampire. Shaking his head, Bow started the car and processed to the next stage in his plan...
Sorry about the take down, but i just didn't like how this story was moving, I hope you like the new DS:FM.
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Drake: vampire 83 years old, *turned at 16* about 5’2” messy black hair with blood red tips to his chin, with large chocolate brown eyes, very pale skin, with long lean muscles.
Bow: half vampire/ hunter, 25 years old, 6’2” classic vampire looks, long dark hair to his shoulders, thin face with high check bones and black eyes slightly almond shaped, has a wolf tattoo on his left shoulder and more scars then most people...
The mistress: Vampire, the only thing that Bow knows about her is that she has long wavy blonde hair that gently sweeps the floor as she walks.
The collector: Unknown species, appears to be about 45, 6”,tall and lean, light salt and pepper hair, scar that runs from the left side of his face down to his jaw line, unclean shaven, cold blue eyes, slightly almond in shape.
****Chapter 1: The Stranger ******
Drake sat silently watching the humans leave The Dolls House, a wave of pity washed over him, many of the humans had been feed upon, and would be back, until their bodies could give no more. Slowly stand Drake turned and grabbed his coat from the seat beside him, dawn was fast
approaching and although sunlight did not kill vampires, it made them lethargic and slow, something Drake could not afford to be. As he slipped past the humans and out towards the street he saw his reflection in the black tinted doors. His black and red hair fell in a mess to his chin; dark chocolate brown eyes stared out of his too pale skin. He was 16 when he was turned into a vampire, and that had been 67 years ago, he didn’t mind, he used his youthful face to his advantage. How many people really took notice of a 16 year old boy?
Drake has almost reached the door when the muscled arm encircled his narrow waist, pulling him backwards into the firm body. Drake felt the panic rise through him, memories of being trapped flashed before his eyes but he forced them away. The voice behind him returned his mind to where he was, “How about you hang around for awhile, little one?’
Drake clenched his teeth together, Martin was another vampire, and bouncer of The Dolls House, he had taken a fancy to ‘claiming’ Drake, like I’d let that happen. Drake forcibly removed Martin’s arm from around his body before turning to face the bigger man.
‘I believe we’ve spoke about this before...Fuck off Martin.’
Drake turned on his heels and stepped out into the cooling darkness of the street. He started to walk away from the lights of the club but the strong hands of Martin captured him, spinning him around and pinned him to the rough wall.
“I don’t believe we had finished talking.’
Drake didn’t bother trying to push Martin away, he knew that it would just piss him off, Drake tried to swallow around the dry lump in his throat. Martin leant forward, covering Drake smaller form from view; Drake turned his head as the other vampire leant in closer. Drake smelt the stench of old blood that clung to Martins breath, just as Martins lips touch the pulse in Drakes neck a voice halted them.
‘I believe you have something of mine.’
As Martin moved back Drake turned his face to see his rescuer, the man was young about 25, with long black hair that curled around the collar of the dark red shirt that clung to his chest. There was nothing outwardly intimidating about the man but his presence sent chills down Drakes spine. There is something off about him. Drake didn’t have time to dwell on that thought to long as Martins grip tightened possessively on his arm.
‘Get lost; this has nothing to do with you!’
Drake watched in fascination and the newcomer smiled and raised his hands in a mocking surrender.
‘You are drooling on my lover; I would say it has something to do with me.’
Drake tried to hid in own confusion from Martin, as the bigger vampire looked from him to the newcomer. He looked closer at the man, he was tall with black eyes that seemed to see through you, Drake felt Martins grip lessen.
‘I ain’t gonna just take you’re word. What proof do you have that Drake belongs to you?’
The other man smiled, and held his hand out towards Drake, ‘release him and we’ll prove it to you.’
Drake glanced up at Martin who was stood glaring at the other man, the veins in his neck pulsed, finally he let go of Drake pushing him towards the stranger.
‘Fine show me you’re ‘proof’.
Drake felt strong arm’s catch him from falling, he stared up into the two endless orbs of darkness.
‘Shall we show him my lover?’
Drake started to protest when the stranger’s lips crashed into his, Drake felt the other’s hand moved around his waist, pulling his body closer. The heat from the other mans skin felt like it could burn Drake but he suddenly didn’t care. As the strangers tongue moved over his bottom lip he opened his mouth, moaning softly as the stranger’s tongue moved possessively through his mouth claiming him. Drake felt the man’s free hand travel up his body, until it tangled into his hair. The strange broke the kiss and forced Drake’s head back exposing his neck to the cool night air, panic began to stir in Drake but his mind didn’t want to work, he felt sleepy, confused it was as if he had drunk too much.
A searing hot tongue moved along the pulse in his neck, he groan and clutched tighter at the blood red shirt, letting his eyes flutter shut, as the stranger nipped at his pulse. The stranger chuckled against his neck, before kissing up to his ear.
‘You’re friend is gone.’
Drake’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head, Martin was no where to be seen, the street was empty apart from them. Blushing Drake started to pull away, but the stranger just kept hold, Drake looked up into the endless black eyes.
‘You can let go now.’
‘What you’re not going to thank me for helping you?’
Drake felt the knot in his stomach reappear as the stranger smiled a knowing smile. Drake tried to pull away, but his body felt weak and heavy, as the first rays of dawn shone brightly across the sky.
‘Don’t worry; I just want to taste you again, nothing more.’
Drake felt the stranger less his hold, he knew he should run but what harm could one more kiss do? Leaning up of tip toes Drake places his lips against the warm skin of the other man, moaning into the kiss. Drake felt the man’s arm tighten around his waist again, pressing him tight into the other body, he began to relax, letting the kiss sweep him away again. A sudden pain appeared in his neck, shoving the strange away, Drake reached up and pulled the syringe from his neck.
Drake tried to speak, but no sound came out, the world around him moved and spun, his legs buckled forcing him to the ground. He heard the stranger chuckle; a hand clasped onto his chin and forced him to look into the other eyes.
‘Good morning Drake.’
Drake felt the darkness close in upon him, and collapsed to the floor.
Bow leant down and easily lifted the unconscious vampire from the floor and began to walk back to his car.
‘What did you do to him?’
Bow sighed and turned to face Martin, who bared his fangs and hissed at him.
‘I used dead man’s blood on him vampire and unless you wish the same stay out of my business.’
Bow watched as Martin’s eyes widened, he saw the conflict flicker across his blood red eyes, before Martin retreated into the safety of the club.
Bow easily placed the vampire in the car; the dead man’s blood would keep him unconscious for another few hours, plenty of time for Bow to do what he needed. Getting into the drivers seat he turned and looked at his young prey. Drake looked about 16, his hair spilled across his face; long black lashes contrasted his pale cheeks. Bow reached out and brushed the hair out of his face, the vampire looked so helpless.
Bow forced himself to turn away, Bow tried to focus on the task at hand but his lips still held the warmth and taste of the vampire. Shaking his head, Bow started the car and processed to the next stage in his plan...