Heart of a Vampire

Author's Note: I started writing this story a while ago, and I already have six chapters written, though I won't be putting the next up for a few days. This story I put together from my dream diary and just changed a few things around. I've had a lot of vivid and weird dreams, almost like a movie playing in my head, so I decided to see what kind of story I could get out of them if I put certain ones together and this is what I got. It might not make much sense but hopefully you'll like it! :) Please rate and/or review if you like it, thanks! :P



Full Summary:


Centuries of sexual tension and hidden love, all because of a delusional and controlling Vampiress who forbids them to be together. Kay and Addy struggle through their Vampire lives trying to ignore their lust and love for each other, and so Kay takes a lover every now and then, seeing how long she'll last before Addy drives them away with his cruel words. But when Willow gets hurt one too many times, she goes to Emily for help, and the punishment is severe. A tangle of cruelty, lies, lust and love. Will Kay and Addy survive...and have a happily ever after?








WARNINGS: Yaoi (male/male), Anal Sex, Vampirism.








Chapter One: The Unhappy Family, 2009.








The four of them sat facing each other in the darkness; nothing but a candle lit the room with its weak glow from the flame, as it sat in a bronze holder in the middle of the small square table. Willow Thompson pushed a pale, delicate hand through her shoulder-length reddish-brown hair with a heavy sigh, looking down at the cards in her hand with a slight frown. “Having trouble?” a deep amused sounding voice asked from her right. She glanced briefly at the man she had disliked since she had first met him. He was looking down at his own cards, the tiniest smirk edging his cruel-looking, sensual lips.

Ignoring him, she took a card and placed it in the discard pile, taking another one from the deck to replace it, cursing under her breath when she saw what she’d drawn. Silence was a heavy cloud shrouding them as they continued the game, until it came back round to her turn; she huffed and threw her deck down on the table, and declared, “I’m out”. Her maker and lover, Kay Lethson, glanced up at her quickly from under his modern flat cap, his new obsessive fashion accessory, and then drew a card without a word. Addy chuckled softly, looking over at Willow almost sympathetically, “You never seem to win at these games do you? I don’t see why you even bother trying to play. You should just quit and leave us boys to bond, you only ever get in the way” he commented, before taking his turn. Willow glared at him and looked to Kay to see if he would tell his brother off for insulting her. But as usual, he remained silent and let the snide comment pass as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

This wasn’t the only time. Ever since she had been made a Vampire twenty-three years ago, Addy had made her life hell. He seemed to love taunting her and mocking her, doing anything he could to mentally abuse her. Out of all the times that Addy had hurt her feelings, she could only remember once that Kay had retaliated and told him off for it. After all, Kay was the coven leader, and he had the right to bring justice to anyone in their little family. He was Addy’s maker as well, so he had even more of a right.

“Kay, can’t you say something at least? I’m your girlfriend! Don’t you care that he’s always horrible to me? Don’t you care about me at all?” he turned on him, sick of his constant silence and tolerance. Kay’s liquid silver eyes looked up and rested on her face thoughtfully, as if he were thinking about what his answer should be. “Addy, apologise please. Stop being rude to my lover” he finally said in a tone that was soft and not at all demanding or authorative. Addy smirked, ice-blue eyes gazing at Kay tenderly, before he muttered, “Sorry Willow, for being rude and hurtful. I will try my best to be nicer in future.” His voice sounded amused again, though his face gave nothing away as the smirk he had now faded. She could tell that he didn’t mean one word. “I’m going to bed, dawn is approaching. Are you coming Kay?” she turned her back to Addy, addressing her lover hopefully. He nodded and stood up.

Addy and his ever-quiet fledgling, Dante Hart, also stood up to show respect to their leader leaving the table. “Have a good day’s rest t brothers” Kay murmured before letting Willow take his arm and leading her away to their sleeping chamber below the house. Addy watched them go, letting the hate build up into his gaze to burn into Willow’s retreating back. “Why have you never liked her?” Dante questioned softly, gentle blue eyes gazing at him as they sat back down. Addy looked at him, the hate slowly dissolving. “She’s just annoying. She follows Kay about everywhere, like some little lost puppy. She always has his attention and seems to have to keep reminding me of the fact. I swear she does it on purpose”.

“Why do you care? Kay is your brother, he has the right to be with someone if he wishes so” Dante replied quietly, looking down at his hands folded in his lap. Addy growled and eyed the door through which they had departed, “Yes…my… ‘brother’. I know this, but he could have picked someone more tolerable than her”. With that said he got back up and headed to his own chamber below, next to Kay’s, which he shared with Dante, who followed him with a knowing look in his eyes. Addy didn’t have to say anything about his true feelings, Dante could read him like a book, and it was very worrying indeed.




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“Why do you never tell him off properly? You never show him whose boss, and that he should respect me like he respects you” Willow rounded on Kay as soon as the door was closed behind them. Kay walked lightly over to his coffin, taking off his cap and long black velvet cloak, under which he wore tight black skinny jeans and a Black Sabbath t-shirt. “Now darling, you know I don’t like to cross swords with Addy, he was my first fledgling and he’s my brother. It is hard to take sides when I love you both, do you not understand?” he said softly, and Willow rolled her eyes in frustration, clenching her hands into fists.

“Of course I understand that! But could you at least stick up for me sometimes instead of letting him be cruel to me? Do you think I am happy living here with him? He is constantly putting me down, and you take no notice of it. You don’t need to take sides; you just need to put your foot down every now and then . If your brother wasn’t such an arsehole we wouldn’t be having this problem!” she snapped.

“Do not call him that!” Kay snarled, eyes briefly flashing red in the darkness. She snarled back slightly in challenge, not caring that he was her maker and much older than her, and far more powerful. “Yet it’s fine for him to call me anything he wishes! Ha! You’re so fucking hypocritical” she lifted the lid of her coffin with a growl, climbing into it with ease. Kat stopped her from shutting it and glared down at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes, “I don’t care what you think. Never speak about him like that again. Understand?” his voice had gone low and soft again, but not like earlier, this time it *did* sound demanding.

Willow just glared back at him, waiting patiently for him to let go of the lid before slamming it down and closing her eyes. Kay stood staring at her closed coffin for a minute before kicking off his shoes and climbing into his own as he felt the sun inching closer to rising outside. With a tired sigh he lay back and shut the lid to enclose him inside, and settled down to sleep the sleep of the dead.

Addy listened as they argued and smirked to himself when Kay told Willow off for calling him an arsehole. He knew that he would always win when it came to Kay having to choose between them, she had no chance.

“I don’t think you should be amused at causing them both such stress. Willow is a nice girl and Kay has enough to deal with” Dante scolded him after spotting the smirk, and then climbed into his coffin. Addy just shrugged and leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Good resting my sweet” he whispered before going to his coffin as well, that was line with black satin. Dante just smiled and shut his coffin, used to his maker’s weird and random affectionate moments. Sometimes he acted as though the were just friends or brothers, and other times acted as if they were lovers. They were mood swings that Dante had long gotten used to since the day he’d been made a Vampire.



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The next night, Dante awakened to the sound of the lid opening on his coffin. He looked up to see Addy standing over him with a look of hunger in his eyes, and he knew what must be done. With a soft smile, Dante rose up and climbed out gracefully, taking Addy’s hand and letting him lead the way upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Addy locked the door once they were inside and simply stood there waiting as Dante undressed himself slowly, knowing this was the way Addy liked it to go.

Lust filled Addy’s as he watched, and then he quickly discarded his own clothes, striding over to the smaller man and grabbing him tightly, crushing him to his chest s he locked him a bruising and passionate kiss. He then laid Dante back on the bed, shoving his legs apart and rubbing his hardening member against the smaller man’s eagerly. A moan escaped Dante’s lips and he clutched Addy to him, treasuring the moment, for it could be days, months or years before he got this chance to make love with his maker again.

Addy rummaged through the bedside drawer and pulled out the lubricant, applying some to his fingers to prepare his lover of the love-making to come. Dante gasped as a cold slick finger pushed into his entrance, wriggling in and out until his resisting body began to relax, at which point the finger dug all the way in, making him cry out in slight pain.

Soon, Addy had inserted three fingers into his lover, scissoring and stretching him so he could accommodate his length. “Ready?” Addy whispered as he leaned over Dante, settling between his thighs warmly and rubbing the head of his throbbing erection back and forth across Dante’s hole. “Y-yes…” he murmured, closing his eyes as he felt Addy’s dick pushing into him slowly but painfully. Addy stopped every now and then to give him time to adjust until he was fully sheathed inside his body, and then began to roll his hips in a lazy movement meant to make Dante’s body relax quickly.

Dante moaned as Addy began to thrust his hips harder, brushing against his sweet spot so pleasure shot through him intensely. “A-Addy…oh…Addy…” he moaned out, panting as the speed built and he was fucked harder and harder, his sweet spot being hit over and over again so he could do nothing but moan and cry in ecstasy. Addy groaned, the exquisite tightness of Dante’s body clamping around his member making him orgasm with such an intensity that he saw stars. Dante shuddered in pleasure as he came just as he felt Addy’s seed spill into him, and he bit down on his maker’s shoulder, drinking his blood gently as the waves of his orgasm slowly passed. Addy cradled his head to him, and then lay back, bringing Dante with him so he lay across him snugly. Dante licked the wound closed and pulled away, looking up at his lover with his tender blue gaze.

“Go and hunt. I have things to do” Addy said quietly, eyes closed. Dante got up and began to dress, not feeling rejected or hurt by the dismissal. It was the normal routine for them. He knew that Addy didn’t really *love* him in that way. It was just a sexual thing. It wasn’t like they didn’t care about each other, its just that their relationship wasn’t based on love and romance. Pity really, since Dante craved a love-based relationship with someone, a certain someone he knew he would probably never get. Someone who also had black hair like Addy, and the same fiery spark in her eyes…only hers were a dark grey, whereas Addy’s were a cold blue. What he would give just to see her again…