My Beloved Fledgling
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Adult ++
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9
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My Beloved Fledgling
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Title: My Beloved Fledgling
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/22/2008
Sequel to “My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love”
Summary: Vincent and Nick begin their journey together as Sire and Fledgling. It will be a year in which new enemies will surface and new friendships are formed but a hidden secret could end up destroying them both.
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang, WIP
Pairings: Vincent/Nicholas
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Nicholas Alexander Donovan: 23 years old, 5’8”, 135 lbs., slim and lithe with nice abs from working out and short shaggy dark brown hair with auburn highlights, large almond shaped blue eyes with long thick black eyelashes. Nicely tanned honey gold skin with high cheekbones and a huge dimple in his left cheek.
Vincent Morgan Saint-Leclaire: Vampire, 208 years old, 6’4” 200 lbs, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, shoulder length blond hair, silver eyes and a jagged scar on his right cheek. His favorite attire is body fitting black leather pants, silk shirts and military style boots.
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A/N: This is a sequel to “My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love" which was written by the amazing Misty Moonlight, I have taken over the boys for awhile. All credit for these stories go to her! Thank you for letting me play with the boys!
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Chapter 1:
Vincent was prowling the dark hallways of his castle searching for Nicholas his wayward young Fledging. With his long blond pulled back with a leather thong and silver eyes flashing in anger, he quickly made his way towards his private bed chambers.
“Nicholas! Where the hell are you? I have no time for your foolishness and childish pranks so you had better come out now.” bellowed Vincent
He threw open the huge mahogany door and it slammed up against the wall with a bang. Striding into the room, his eyes searched all corners of it including the windows, ceiling and any hidden nicks. Cursing, he swept from the room and headed downstairs.
“Sarah, where are you?” called out Vincent as he reached the bottom of the staircase.
Sarah came rushing out of the Library to greet him saying in a worried voice, “Is there something wrong Vincent?”
Scowling back at her, Vincent replied tersely. “Yes, Sarah, there is something wrong and his name is Nicholas.”
Her large brown eyes crinkled with laughter, “What has Nick done now?”
Vincent stood looking down at her standing before him in her nightgown but his imposing figure did not scare Sarah. They had been friends for a long time and she knew that he would never intentionally hurt her.
“I told him that tonight we were suppose to attend the Gathering together. I specifically told him that this special event was important to me. I had intended to introduce Nicholas to my acquaintances and their fledglings. It was to be his introduction party. I will now have to notify all of them that it has been cancelled due to unexpected circumstances. He has deliberately disobeyed my direct order and has embarrassed me in front of the whole Clan. I won‘t let him get away with this...this...this humiliation. Nicholas has crossed the line and will be punished severely for it.”
Smiling up at him, she said, “Vincent, you know how Nick is. I am sure that he just forgot about it and is probably down at the stables trying to ride Lucifer again.”
Vincent actually looked dumbstruck for a moment, then his face hardened in anger and he growled, “You mean to tell me that after I strictly forbade him not to go anywhere near that stallion again, he still had the audacity to disobey my direct order and do it anyway?”
Seething with barely controlled rage, Vincent continued. “No, Sarah, he didn’t forget. Nicholas wanted to find a way to flaunt the power he has over me in my face. Well, it won’t work I tell you. I won’t stand for it. Oh, we may be late but Nicholas will attend the Gathering with me whether he wants to or not.”
With his long legs carrying him swiftly to the front door, Vincent was just about to step out into the dark night when Sarah called to him. He turned around to face her and saw that she was actually on the verge of tears.
“Vincent, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” she pleaded. “I am sure Nick honestly didn’t intend any harm.”
Looking at her, Vincent stated. “Oh no, Sarah, Nicholas knew exactly what he was doing and I promise you that he will pay. ”
Then he disappeared out in the cool night air and the door slammed shut behind him. If he had turned around again, he would have heard Sarah whispering “Please don’t hurt him Vincent.”
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Nick was down at the stables leaning up against the railing of a fence and staring in the paddock at a beautiful black stallion that Vincent had adequately named Lucifer. He was wearing loose fitting worn jeans and a red t-shirt with the slogan Vagrant written across the front of it.
“Hey, Lucifer, how are you boy?” he tentatively reached his small slim hand over the railing trying to coax the stallion to come to him by offering cubes of sugar.
Lucifer started to snort then stomped his front right hoof in the grass while tossing his glossy black head up and down. His long mane and forelock waving in the night breeze.
“I just want to be your friend Lucifer, you’re a prisoner here as much as I am. I bet you want to be free too. Don’t you boy?”
Lucifer’s brown eyes looked directly into Nick’s blue ones as though in acknowledgement. Then he whinnied at him and galloped away across the field. Sighing, Nick climbed back off the railing and turned around only to find his nose squashed up against a familiar firm well-muscled chest.
“Hey, ouch, what the hell are you doing Vincent?” cursed Nick rubbing his injured nose and drawing back finding himself tightly wedged between Vincent and the fence.
“Do you know what day of the week it is Nicholas?” inquired a stoic Vincent.
“Huh?... Day?... What?... You want to know what friggin day of the week it is?.... What the hell for?.... Geeze...... What’s your problem anyway, Vincent?” spat out an angry Nick. “Fine! If you must know, it’s Saturday you great big blood sucker. There, is that what you wanted to know. Now, get out of my way.”
Nick tried to push Vincent away from him but found his wrists being grabbed and forced behind his back. Starting to struggle and kick back, Nick fought against the strong hold Vincent had on him.
“Hey, let me go you asshole!... I didn’t do anything wrong.” Nick yelled out trying to bite Vincent so that he would let him go.
“What did I tell you about not going near Lucifer again?” Vincent hissed in Nick’s ear.
“You told me not to try and ride him again but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t try and make friends with him.” Nick hollered back.
“Friends?.... You want to be friends with a horse?..... Is that why your down here?... To make friends with my stallion?” Vincent laughed.
“SHUT UP!... Don’t you dare laugh at me, Vincent.” Nick cried out starting to struggle in in renewed earnest with his temper flaring up.
Vincent let Nick go and pushed him back up against the railing. Looking Nick in the eyes he asked him in a cold voice. “Do you remember what Saturday this is?”
Nick looked up at him and said furiously. “Saturday, October 31st, it’s Halloween you idiot..... Why?.... Did you think it was Christmas?.... Your nuts.... did you know that?.... your crazy.... you‘ve finally flipped your golden lid.”
Vincent’s silver eyes narrowed to cat like slits and he replied, “Yes, Nicholas, it’s Saturday, October 31st, All Hallowed Eve. Do you remember what I told you about this night? What would happen on this night? What special occasion it was and what it means to me. Have you really forgotten?”
Nick tried to rattle his brain for an answer, just so he could get away, and suddenly his eyes widened in shock as sudden dawning came over him.
“Oops.... Oh Shit..... the Gathering....I forgot..... Damn.... I am in such deep trouble, aren't I?” whimpered Nick.
Vincent was smiling evilly and taunted Nick by saying, “Oh, yes, my little Fledgling. I must agree with you on that point. You, Nicholas, are in deep shit and I am afraid you’ll have to be punished for your little discretion.”
Nick tried to jump over the fence backwards but was stopped by Vincent grabbing a handful of his shaggy hair. He started pulling a ranting Nick along with him back into the barn.
“Hey!.... Let go of my hair...... What are you going to do, Vincent?.... I am sorry... I really forgot.... It wasn’t done on purpose you great big dolt...... It was an honest mistake.... I just didn’t think.... Hey, you can’t do this..... I am one of your kind now.... It’s just not allowed... There must be some kind of Vampirism law in effect that protects Fledgling’s from their Sire’s...... I’ll make it one.....Oh, holy crap, no way!”
Nick’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw what Vincent intended to do with him. His eyes flared red and he growled out, “Let me go, Vincent. I mean it! I won’t allow you to do this to me.”
Vincent grew weary of pulling a struggling Nick along, so he stopped and picked him up bridal style to carry him the rest of the way to their destination. Throwing Nick onto the huge pile of hay stacks that were piled in the corner of the stall, he said, “You wanted to ride a stallion, well then you will get your wish.”
Nick’s eyes, now blue again, widened in horrified fascination then lust as he watched Vincent remove all his clothing in a slow and methodical fashion. When he was completely disrobed, he approached a silently waiting Nicholas.
“Remove your clothes then get on your hands and knees.” Vincent ordered and when Nick didn’t comply he barked, “Now!”
“What?” demanded Nick. “You can’t be serious Vincent. This is a sick joke right?”
When Nick saw Vincent wasn’t smiling, he panicked and tried to make a mad dash over the railing of the stall but was stopped by a large hand grabbing his ankle in a tight grip.
Kicking out, Nick managed to hit Vincent in the chin causing him to loosen his grip. He fell with a thud onto the straw covered floor and tried to crawl the rest of the way to the door.
“Oh no you don’t!” cursed Vincent stopping Nick by throwing a pitchfork through the air that landed with it’s prongs down right in front of him stopping his flight to freedom.
“Whoa!.... Hey, watch it, that thing could have castrated me you bastard.” Nick screamed at him.
“You should of thought of that before you tried to make your escape, Nicholas.” stated a rather calm Vincent.
Nick was quickly thinking of a plan to get himself out of this situation, he went with the only one that popped into his mind. I just hope it works, he thought.
Smiling impishly up at his Sire, his eyes turned back to blood red, the young Fledgling implored, “Master, I am hungry come feed me.”
Vincent swooped down and picked up Nick, carrying him over to the stack of hay he carefully placed him back down on it then knelt between his legs. With swift efficiency, he removed all of Nick’s clothing and proceeded to thoroughly ravish him.
TBC
Title: My Beloved Fledgling
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/22/2008
Sequel to “My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love”
Summary: Vincent and Nick begin their journey together as Sire and Fledgling. It will be a year in which new enemies will surface and new friendships are formed but a hidden secret could end up destroying them both.
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang, WIP
Pairings: Vincent/Nicholas
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Nicholas Alexander Donovan: 23 years old, 5’8”, 135 lbs., slim and lithe with nice abs from working out and short shaggy dark brown hair with auburn highlights, large almond shaped blue eyes with long thick black eyelashes. Nicely tanned honey gold skin with high cheekbones and a huge dimple in his left cheek.
Vincent Morgan Saint-Leclaire: Vampire, 208 years old, 6’4” 200 lbs, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, shoulder length blond hair, silver eyes and a jagged scar on his right cheek. His favorite attire is body fitting black leather pants, silk shirts and military style boots.
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A/N: This is a sequel to “My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love" which was written by the amazing Misty Moonlight, I have taken over the boys for awhile. All credit for these stories go to her! Thank you for letting me play with the boys!
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Chapter 1:
Vincent was prowling the dark hallways of his castle searching for Nicholas his wayward young Fledging. With his long blond pulled back with a leather thong and silver eyes flashing in anger, he quickly made his way towards his private bed chambers.
“Nicholas! Where the hell are you? I have no time for your foolishness and childish pranks so you had better come out now.” bellowed Vincent
He threw open the huge mahogany door and it slammed up against the wall with a bang. Striding into the room, his eyes searched all corners of it including the windows, ceiling and any hidden nicks. Cursing, he swept from the room and headed downstairs.
“Sarah, where are you?” called out Vincent as he reached the bottom of the staircase.
Sarah came rushing out of the Library to greet him saying in a worried voice, “Is there something wrong Vincent?”
Scowling back at her, Vincent replied tersely. “Yes, Sarah, there is something wrong and his name is Nicholas.”
Her large brown eyes crinkled with laughter, “What has Nick done now?”
Vincent stood looking down at her standing before him in her nightgown but his imposing figure did not scare Sarah. They had been friends for a long time and she knew that he would never intentionally hurt her.
“I told him that tonight we were suppose to attend the Gathering together. I specifically told him that this special event was important to me. I had intended to introduce Nicholas to my acquaintances and their fledglings. It was to be his introduction party. I will now have to notify all of them that it has been cancelled due to unexpected circumstances. He has deliberately disobeyed my direct order and has embarrassed me in front of the whole Clan. I won‘t let him get away with this...this...this humiliation. Nicholas has crossed the line and will be punished severely for it.”
Smiling up at him, she said, “Vincent, you know how Nick is. I am sure that he just forgot about it and is probably down at the stables trying to ride Lucifer again.”
Vincent actually looked dumbstruck for a moment, then his face hardened in anger and he growled, “You mean to tell me that after I strictly forbade him not to go anywhere near that stallion again, he still had the audacity to disobey my direct order and do it anyway?”
Seething with barely controlled rage, Vincent continued. “No, Sarah, he didn’t forget. Nicholas wanted to find a way to flaunt the power he has over me in my face. Well, it won’t work I tell you. I won’t stand for it. Oh, we may be late but Nicholas will attend the Gathering with me whether he wants to or not.”
With his long legs carrying him swiftly to the front door, Vincent was just about to step out into the dark night when Sarah called to him. He turned around to face her and saw that she was actually on the verge of tears.
“Vincent, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” she pleaded. “I am sure Nick honestly didn’t intend any harm.”
Looking at her, Vincent stated. “Oh no, Sarah, Nicholas knew exactly what he was doing and I promise you that he will pay. ”
Then he disappeared out in the cool night air and the door slammed shut behind him. If he had turned around again, he would have heard Sarah whispering “Please don’t hurt him Vincent.”
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Nick was down at the stables leaning up against the railing of a fence and staring in the paddock at a beautiful black stallion that Vincent had adequately named Lucifer. He was wearing loose fitting worn jeans and a red t-shirt with the slogan Vagrant written across the front of it.
“Hey, Lucifer, how are you boy?” he tentatively reached his small slim hand over the railing trying to coax the stallion to come to him by offering cubes of sugar.
Lucifer started to snort then stomped his front right hoof in the grass while tossing his glossy black head up and down. His long mane and forelock waving in the night breeze.
“I just want to be your friend Lucifer, you’re a prisoner here as much as I am. I bet you want to be free too. Don’t you boy?”
Lucifer’s brown eyes looked directly into Nick’s blue ones as though in acknowledgement. Then he whinnied at him and galloped away across the field. Sighing, Nick climbed back off the railing and turned around only to find his nose squashed up against a familiar firm well-muscled chest.
“Hey, ouch, what the hell are you doing Vincent?” cursed Nick rubbing his injured nose and drawing back finding himself tightly wedged between Vincent and the fence.
“Do you know what day of the week it is Nicholas?” inquired a stoic Vincent.
“Huh?... Day?... What?... You want to know what friggin day of the week it is?.... What the hell for?.... Geeze...... What’s your problem anyway, Vincent?” spat out an angry Nick. “Fine! If you must know, it’s Saturday you great big blood sucker. There, is that what you wanted to know. Now, get out of my way.”
Nick tried to push Vincent away from him but found his wrists being grabbed and forced behind his back. Starting to struggle and kick back, Nick fought against the strong hold Vincent had on him.
“Hey, let me go you asshole!... I didn’t do anything wrong.” Nick yelled out trying to bite Vincent so that he would let him go.
“What did I tell you about not going near Lucifer again?” Vincent hissed in Nick’s ear.
“You told me not to try and ride him again but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t try and make friends with him.” Nick hollered back.
“Friends?.... You want to be friends with a horse?..... Is that why your down here?... To make friends with my stallion?” Vincent laughed.
“SHUT UP!... Don’t you dare laugh at me, Vincent.” Nick cried out starting to struggle in in renewed earnest with his temper flaring up.
Vincent let Nick go and pushed him back up against the railing. Looking Nick in the eyes he asked him in a cold voice. “Do you remember what Saturday this is?”
Nick looked up at him and said furiously. “Saturday, October 31st, it’s Halloween you idiot..... Why?.... Did you think it was Christmas?.... Your nuts.... did you know that?.... your crazy.... you‘ve finally flipped your golden lid.”
Vincent’s silver eyes narrowed to cat like slits and he replied, “Yes, Nicholas, it’s Saturday, October 31st, All Hallowed Eve. Do you remember what I told you about this night? What would happen on this night? What special occasion it was and what it means to me. Have you really forgotten?”
Nick tried to rattle his brain for an answer, just so he could get away, and suddenly his eyes widened in shock as sudden dawning came over him.
“Oops.... Oh Shit..... the Gathering....I forgot..... Damn.... I am in such deep trouble, aren't I?” whimpered Nick.
Vincent was smiling evilly and taunted Nick by saying, “Oh, yes, my little Fledgling. I must agree with you on that point. You, Nicholas, are in deep shit and I am afraid you’ll have to be punished for your little discretion.”
Nick tried to jump over the fence backwards but was stopped by Vincent grabbing a handful of his shaggy hair. He started pulling a ranting Nick along with him back into the barn.
“Hey!.... Let go of my hair...... What are you going to do, Vincent?.... I am sorry... I really forgot.... It wasn’t done on purpose you great big dolt...... It was an honest mistake.... I just didn’t think.... Hey, you can’t do this..... I am one of your kind now.... It’s just not allowed... There must be some kind of Vampirism law in effect that protects Fledgling’s from their Sire’s...... I’ll make it one.....Oh, holy crap, no way!”
Nick’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw what Vincent intended to do with him. His eyes flared red and he growled out, “Let me go, Vincent. I mean it! I won’t allow you to do this to me.”
Vincent grew weary of pulling a struggling Nick along, so he stopped and picked him up bridal style to carry him the rest of the way to their destination. Throwing Nick onto the huge pile of hay stacks that were piled in the corner of the stall, he said, “You wanted to ride a stallion, well then you will get your wish.”
Nick’s eyes, now blue again, widened in horrified fascination then lust as he watched Vincent remove all his clothing in a slow and methodical fashion. When he was completely disrobed, he approached a silently waiting Nicholas.
“Remove your clothes then get on your hands and knees.” Vincent ordered and when Nick didn’t comply he barked, “Now!”
“What?” demanded Nick. “You can’t be serious Vincent. This is a sick joke right?”
When Nick saw Vincent wasn’t smiling, he panicked and tried to make a mad dash over the railing of the stall but was stopped by a large hand grabbing his ankle in a tight grip.
Kicking out, Nick managed to hit Vincent in the chin causing him to loosen his grip. He fell with a thud onto the straw covered floor and tried to crawl the rest of the way to the door.
“Oh no you don’t!” cursed Vincent stopping Nick by throwing a pitchfork through the air that landed with it’s prongs down right in front of him stopping his flight to freedom.
“Whoa!.... Hey, watch it, that thing could have castrated me you bastard.” Nick screamed at him.
“You should of thought of that before you tried to make your escape, Nicholas.” stated a rather calm Vincent.
Nick was quickly thinking of a plan to get himself out of this situation, he went with the only one that popped into his mind. I just hope it works, he thought.
Smiling impishly up at his Sire, his eyes turned back to blood red, the young Fledgling implored, “Master, I am hungry come feed me.”
Vincent swooped down and picked up Nick, carrying him over to the stack of hay he carefully placed him back down on it then knelt between his legs. With swift efficiency, he removed all of Nick’s clothing and proceeded to thoroughly ravish him.
TBC