Summer of the Lake House

Summer of the Lake House


Chapter 10: A Night to Cry For


A/N: Ok, I'd just like to say, as always, thanks for waiting. And for the people who have been demanding slashyness your wait is over.

Happy Holidays!!!

A/N2: A small note about this before I begin. Time in Mt. Olympus moves faster than time in the real world so there's a pretty big time skip here but I didn't think it would be very interesting to have it going day by day because how old does that get?


Tylers POV:

A month, a whole freaking month I had been here.

Alright, maybe I wasn't as angry as I should have been. Actually, as strange as it might have seemed to many people from my old life, I was almost as happy here as I had been before. Life wasn't bad.

I spent most of my time just doing domestic chores, dishes, cleaning and such. In the mornings and night I attended to Lucifer, and I would never let anyone know it but that was the best part of my day. I put out his clothes for him, he dressed himself, thankfully, but I would always help him with his hair. It was nice, he would chat with me as I put his hair up in those elaborate headdresses he wore. Ever since that first day it was almost as if we were on equal ground. He never bossed me around or beat me, he did his thing and I did my thing.

I was even allowed outside, I had to wear a bracelet that wouldn't let me past a certain area, but still. He had a little herb garden that I worked for him. Hell, I even had my own little room, it was kind of like a closet attached to Lucifer's room but it was my own.

As strange as it may sound, I was happy. I wouldn't have called us friends but neither was I just 'property'. I could have lived that way for a lot longer if it wasn't for that one night.

It began when the door opened and Lucifer walked in. Actually, the better term would have been 'stormed' in, and he looked quite impressive doing it. He immediately went over to his favorite chair by the fireplace and fell into it, glaring at the fire for some time while I stood in the background.

It wasn't unusual that he came back in a bad mood. He was in a bad mood most days and I had pretty much learned to stay out of his way until he calmed down but today was a little different. The smell of alcohol reached my nose. I had never known him to drink. I was instantly on my toes, I had learned the hard way that alcohol and anger don't mix.

“Boy,” he barked, “come here! And bring the wine.”

“Um, y-yes,” I said, slightly startled at the sudden request and trying to make my brain remember where the wine was. Shit, did I even know where the wine was? Yes, that's right, I did. He kept it in the back of the pantry.

I ran to the pantry and pulled aside the massive amounts of preserved peaches (for some reason Lucifer had, like, fifty jars of canned peaches stored up there, don't ask me why, he never ate them) and I finally found the wine. Red and white. Damn it, why couldn't he tell me what he wanted, I wasn't a mind reader. I fought between the two before making a snap decision, grabbing the red and trotting back to where Lucifer was waiting impatiently.

“Took you long enough,” he snarled, snatching the bottle from me, popping off the cork and throwing it back like a real professional.

I watched with a growing nervousness as Lucifer drank half the bottle in one go before coming up for air. He glared at me in disgust. I was uncomfortably aware that a bead of sweat was making it's way down my back but I didn't dare fidget as he eyed me up and down.

It was forty minutes and two bottles of wine later that Lucifer was well and truly plastered and I was growing more twitchy by the second. He kept staring at me, with a strange, considering expression that made my toes curl uncomfortably.

“Come here, slave. Or, uh, Tyler, was it? Come here, Tyler, stand before me.” He commanded, grabbing my arm from around the chair and dragging me in front of him. “How old are you, Tyler.”

“Uh, seventeen...Master,” I mumbled softly, trying to keep myself as far away as I politely could.

He chuckled at my answer, shaking his head in disbelief. “So young. What I wouldn't give to be your age, so young, so naive, your lucky. Do you know how old I am?”

I shook my head.

“Of course not. Well, I'm old enough to be your great grandfather several times over. I've seen more in my time than you could ever dream or would ever want to.” He sighed and took both my hands in his, stretching them out so he could seem me better. I stiffened at the increasingly intimate contact continued, as he let my hand fall and rested his hands on my hips.

It might not have been so bad if I was wearing normal clothes but all I had on was a slaves uniform. A simple, sleeveless red shift that ended just above my knees and was marked with Lucifer's personal emblem. His hands were uncomfortably close to the hem.

“M-master, maybe you should get some rest, you look tired,” I suggested hopefully.

“Nonsense, I feel more awake than I have in months,” he responded, staring intensely into my eyes. “You know that I've been watching you for some time now.” My stomach lurched sickly in my belly as those words were finally spoken. In fact, I had noticed, every now and again I'd feel his eyes on me as I was doing my work or wake up to find him watching me (the unfortunate consequence of being a slave, almost no privacy). But he had plenty of women coming in and out so I thought I was safe. After all, he had made it clear that he would never consider me that first day.

I was all to aware of my position and I knew I had only a few options to get out of this situation, and none of them looked very good at the moment as he had me firmly in his grip and looked ready to jump on me at any moment.

“You look nervous,” he murmured softly as he slowly stood up, forcing my hips against his upper thighs. “You shouldn't be afraid. You have no idea how many people would love to be in your position right now, how lucky you are to be chosen by me.”

I looked up at him. “I don't want to. I like things the way they are.” I winced as his fingers dug into me. “Y-you can find someone else, right, you said so yourself. And I'm not even that good looking, a-and I'm a human, and I'm just a slave,” I gasped quickly, trying to make up any excuse so he would change his mind.

All I seemed to be doing was making him angry and I gasped as his nails bit into my flesh through the shift. “I have never been turned down before. Do you know how many people would kill to be able to spend one night with me?” He yanked me around and I gave a shrill cry as he threw me into the chair he had just been occupying, trapping me with his body, both his arms on either side of me and his legs between mine. “Besides, my little slave, you are exactly what I've been looking for. No emotions, no strings attached, no ulterior motives, your perfect. To be able to sleep with somebody without worrying about a knife in your back. And don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me when you think I don't see.” He leaned over and whispered into my ear. “I see everything, little one.”

I shook my head and pushed against his broad shoulders. “No, you can't do this!”

“Oh, can't I?” He said, looking amused as he grabbed my chin and drunkenly crashed his lips against my own.

It hurt. His fingers dug into my jaw, forcing my mouth open painfully as his lips pressed against mine so hard they ground my lower lip into my teeth, making it bleed.

I could taste the alcohol on him as his tongue found it's way into my mouth and I cringed as far back as the chair would allow, trying to get the sickening appendage away from me. I thrashed around, fighting violently, grabbing Lucifer's hair to get him off of me with no success. Even drunk he was stronger than me but I persisted until he was forced to pull back or risk getting his hair pulled out.

“Get off of me, you sick bastard,” I howled, pushing at his unyielding chest.

He blinked at me momentarily as if surprised by the fact that I was fighting back and telling him off. He probably didn't get that much and when it seemed to sink through his drunken haze what I was doing a look went across his face that made it clear I was in serious trouble.

Faster than I could react he grabbed my hair in the same way I had had his, one hand on either side, lifting my head up close to him. His eye's bore into mine and he snarled, “A sick bastard am I? You have no idea, none at all, what I am.” For emphasis he slammed my head back against the chair, hard, wringing a cry of pain from me. “I could make this so much worse for you so do yourself a favor and shut the hell up.”

He leaned in and despite how hard I pushed and struggled I couldn't do a thing as my lips were once again pressed into a bruising kiss. I squeezed my eyes shut as he throughly explored my mouth and did my best not to cry out as he used his legs to spread mine. The shift slowly rode up my thighs and Lucifer removed one of his hands from my head to push the thin material up my hips.

My muscles strained painfully at the awkward position I found myself in, my legs spread uncomfortably wide, my head bent backwards, my back curved against the chair. I was half off the chair, giving Lucifer full access to me. I could feel his hand creeping along my thigh and no amount of kicking could get it off as it slowly made it's way between my legs.

“No,” I sobbed into his mouth as his hips ground into me, forcing me to feel his hardness throbbing against my inner thigh. This couldn't be happening, I couldn't let this happen. My stomach clenched in a fearful anticipation.

Tears crawled down my cheeks the further he pressed on and I wasn't able to hold back my cries. I didn't know what to do, he was to strong to stop and to drunk to listen and he didn't show any sign of going slow or being gentle to me. He didn't care if he hurt me, he didn't care that I was crying, and he certainly didn't give a shit if this was my first time.

I had to get away from him. But where could I go?

Where? There wasn't a place in this whole godforsaken mountain that he couldn't find me. There was nothing that could stop him, he had this whole place armed to the teeth with spells and wards, a single thought would seal every door against me and every door was open to him.....except one.

I only had one chance. If I could make it to the bedroom, probably the last place a person in my position wanted to go, but it was perfect. That place was a total fortress of wards and barriers, to such an extent that even Lucifer couldn't use magic in it, when the door was locked I doubted even god himself could get in.

All I had to do was get to it. It was only across the room, I could make it if I ran fast enough. I just had to get out from Lucifer, and fast. Through my tear blurred eyes I looked around for something I could use to distract him, turning my head as far as I could with his lips still locked to mine. I found my ticket out within a few seconds in the form of a large, empty wine bottle that was sitting innocently on the coffee table, shining cheerfully in the firelight.

Abruptly I was pulled further down and bent at the waist and I knew I was out of time so I did the first thing that came to my mind, something I should have done from the start, I bit down on the bastards tongue. He screamed in shock and I felt a strangely sweet liquid fill my mouth that I realized was his blood. It tasted good, strangely good.

Letting go of his tongue, I pulled my legs up as Lucifer fell to his knees with such a look of shock on his face it would have been hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying.

With a speed born of pure terror I snatched up the wine bottle and swung it as hard and viciously as I could. It flew through the air in a wide arc and connected with the side of Lucifer's head, shattering in a burst of glittering glass. There was a sick sort of satisfaction when I did that, it was like payback. When he got his hands on me I would probably regret getting caught, but I would never regret this moment. He deserved everything he got.

All at once the moment was over and I stood up, Lucifer fell over and I leaped over him, running as fast as my legs would carry me across the room. I felt weightless, almost as if I was flying across the room instead of runnin.

His enraged shout followed me into the bedroom and I caught a glimpse of his face, blood streaked and pale with a livid rage that made my blood run cold. I swallowed and slammed the door shut, locking it firmly and backing away slowly. Within seconds the floor was vibrating as Lucifer slammed on the door, swearing at me and making graphic promises to kill me as soon as I stepped foot outside that room.

I backed up until my back hit the opposite wall and slid down to the floor. My eyes never left the shaking door.

I brought my legs up to my chest, awkward from the shaking in my limbs. I knew I couldn't stay in the room forever and when Lucifer got his hands on me....

I didn't get any sleep that night.


A/N: Yay, I'm done. A little mean, I know (poor Tyler) but it isn't gonna be like this for the whole time, things will get better, I promise. Next chapter is also gonna be Tylers POV, 'till next time.