Sons of Midnight

Me oh my, it's been ages! I've been writing away and the fic is now finished...I just kinda never got around to uploading it all. Don't kill me!!! lol Anywho, here is the next chapter and I hope you like it.



Sons of Midnight
Chapter 12: Welcome Home


The next night Zavier found himself stuck behind the bar as part of his punishment. The moment he had woken up, Dimitri practically tossed him out of the room telling him he'd be working practically the entire night. He watched with a mix of jealousy and longing as he saw his fellow Juicers enjoy their night. Angelo and Desmond left the Nocturne fairly early and Zavier couldn't take his eyes of Dimitri as he seduced Angelo's Amant in a dark corner. They kissed and felt each other up before going to the back wall to head upstairs. What an amusing situation. The blonde turned to the cousin when Angelo was away; perhaps Weasel understood how he was feeling.

Zavier stopped his people watching when he felt the presence of a Stalker ease up behind him. His relief, another one of Dimitri's kids, was nearly twenty minutes late and Zavier was starving.

(Took your sweet time, didn't you?) Zavier growled as he pulled on his jacket.

The Stalker laughed. (You've been here most of the night so I figured what could a few more minutes hurt?)

Zavier's buried his fist into the young man's stomach and he doubled over. (It'll hurt YOU, Terrence.)

Terrence narrowed his eyes and a soft growl trickled from his lips. (You're not even two weeks and you have the nerve to attack me? Don't get pissy because Dimitri punished you.)

It would have been a lie if Zavier argued his mood had nothing to do with being in the doghouse with Dimitri but hunger was a very close second. He looked Terrence up and down with disgust. (Better two weeks as a NightChild then two years as a Stalker,) Zavier sneered.

(You think you're so much better than me? You're Dimitri's kid so that makes you one of the weakest NightChildren.)

A terrible fact that Zavier didn't like to think of. The strength and other certain gifts of being a NightChild would only develop so far due to his Sire. Angelo made Dimitri and Dimitri made him; like making a copy of a copy. On the surface it looked exactly the same but if you looked close enough you'd see imperfections and not all of the image was truly carried over. He had learned that from Angelo just nights after his Change and the sultry boy was more than happy to rub it in. Despite that, Zavier still had a Gift that seemed to strengthen and it was the kind Dimitri loathed.

Zavier smirked. (Still stronger than you, isn't that the point?) Before Terrence could respond, Zavier sent a psychic attack, the equivalent of taking a long nail and hammering to one side of his brain to the other. Terrence sunk down to his knees, holding his head and Zavier calmly walked past him.

(You'll feel better after awhile,) Zavier teased and gave the whimpering man a pat on the shoulder. (Night night.)

His first order of business was getting something to eat and then maybe he'd gather enough nerve to find Angelo and Desmond. The night they spent together in the Playground had stayed etched in his mind and the ache for a repeat was slowly consuming him. He had felt the sex so much stronger with Angelo and he was curious to find out why.

He was so deep in thought that he had no idea that he was being followed. The group of men kept a fair distance from him and, at their employer's advice, stayed downwind. One of the men was Trevor; he had been keeping an eye out the entire night so when one of the twins were spotted he made a quick call and pulled his party together.

Zavier planned to start the night off with a quick meal and then go to a club for something more seasoned so he seduced the first pretty boy he saw and took him behind an abandoned building. He had just started to feed when he heard running footsteps coming towards him. He let the semi-conscious boy fall to the ground yet before he could turn around he heard a shot fired from a gun and then a sharp pain in the middle of his back. His first thought was that he was being mugged and if the best they had were bullets his assailants were in for a nasty surprise. Instead of fading, the pain in his back intensified and a painful chill was spreading to every nerve of his body. His eyelids fluttered and his legs suddenly turned to jelly and he sank to the ground.

"Holy fuck, it's working. The TranqJuice is working." one man whispered. "It didn't kill him!"

"Will you shut up!" Trevor hissed. "Ian, check to see if he's out or not."

The world had become a swirl of confused sights and sounds. Images bled together and Zavier felt as if his body weighed several tons. Whatever they shot him with obviously was meant to shut his body down yet his thought process remained intact, if not a bit slowed. He couldn't see well enough to focus on his attackers so it was a gift when the one called Ian leaned down in front of him and started poking him.

"His eyes are still open, Trev, is it supposed to—"

Before Ian could finish Zavier concentrated on him and, for the first time since he developed his gift, used his full strength to attack the human's mind. Ian scrambled away from Zavier with a high shrieking wail and collapsed on the ground, his body jerking several times before going still. One of the other men checked him. "He's….dead."

Zavier was terrified. What could these men possibly want and how did they get a drug that could paralyze him so easily?

"That does it, shoot him again," Trevor ordered.

Zavier felt the sharp pain again as they shot him in the shoulder and the agonizing cold swallowed him up.


When Zavier finally opened his eyes it was several hours later and he was in a room he had never seen before. It was elaborately decorated with paintings, sculptures and obviously belonged to a person that possessed such things simply because they could. Contemplating how a rich bastard decorated was the least of his worries and he struggled to sit up but always found himself falling back on the mattress.

"Up so soon?"

A man entered the room and was smiling at Zavier. He looked fairly young, perhaps in his older thirties but his graying hair suggested it may have been older. There was something familiar about his face but Zavier's drugged brain just couldn't place it.

"You gave me a fright," the man continued and sat down on the bed next to Zavier. "I heard they gave you two shots before you finally went down."

"Who are you?" Zavier managed to whisper past dry lips.

The man seemed disappointed. "You truly don't know me? All that bonus pay…wasted. Tell me, boy, which one are you?"

"What? I'm just me…no one else."

"The drugs must have you still confused, my apologies. Are you Desmond or Zavier?"

He froze, his fear growing to a new terror. How did this man know about them? He remained silent.

"I'd rip it from your brain but you seem to have a nice wall set up, quite unexpected. I ask you again, which one are you?"

"Zavier," he whispered.

The man smiled. "Ah, the first…how fitting. I'm quite upset that Dwight never educated you about who your parents were. Since you're Zavier it seemed he slept with you more than anything else, is that right?"

Zavier gave a small nod and the man continued.
"Very well, it's not the introduction I would have hoped for but my name is Z.D. Montgomery."

"M-montgomery?" Zavier gasped. "Are you.."

"Yes, Jael was my Pet and she gave died giving birth to my children, you and Desmond. Welcome home, son."

ZD tenderly brushed hair out of Zavier's face as the young teen desperately struggled to accept the news. "Where were you our entire lives?" Zavier spat.

His father frowned. "Right where I've always been, son. You chose the life on the streets when you ran away…I had meant for you to be at my side by this time. This was actually supposed to be your room. Desmond's is right next to it, isn't that wonderful?"

Zavier closed his eyes as ZD stroked his hair. His father. The man he had secretly wished would scoop him and Desmond up from all their pain and anguish. It was his father that he cried for when night after night Dwight would have his way with him.

As if turning on lights one by one, Zavier felt more like himself, at least mentally. His body still felt as if it was made out of lead but at least he could think clearly.

"If you wanted me here why did you do this to me?"

ZD laughed. "Well, they didn't exactly stick to the plan. Seek you out, persuade you to come home and if not, then TranqJuice was to be used. Seeing you feed spooked them and they reacted rather harshly."

The questions were written on Zavier's face and ZD grinned. "I know about you. Your mother was the same way. I had to feed her blood two times a day, even more when she became pregnant. I had hopes that after you two were born she'd bear more children but I had no idea you and Desmond would eat your way out of her."

Zavier gulped and felt a sickness to his stomach. "She didn't die giving birth?"

"Well, technically yes. It's fascinating really. Instead of a mother eating her young, the offspring eat the mother. I'll have to keep that in mind next time."

Zavier's psychic gifts weren't completely recovered but he felt enough from the man to know he was very very bad news. "Desmond and I are fine now…we don't need any help. Can I go now? Please?"

ZD frowned. "So quick to end our reunion? I had hoped to get to know you better." ZD reached down and stroked his son's cheek. "You truly are a reflection of your mother. The same eyes, the same hair. Same lips."

Zavier froze as soft fingers brushed over his lips and trailed down his chin. Zavier cursed whoever had undressed him and he shivered underneath ZD's feather light—yet still menacing—touches. Fingers pinched his nipples and, groped his chest and slowly crept beneath the sheets to go even lower.

"No!" Zavier yelled and slapped ZD's hand away.

"So the drugs are wearing off? You just decided to play possum?" ZD grabbed a fistful of Zavier's hair and yanked his head back at a painful angle. "You're lucky I'm not punishing you for Ian's death. At least, not yet."

"Fuck you," Zavier sneered. "I would have killed all of them if I could."

"Aren't you the feisty one? Dwight told me about your temper and your unwillingness to obey. Those aren't safe traits with me, Zavier." ZD pulled back the sheets covering Zavier and began to take off his pants. "You look so much like your mother when you look at me like that. She had that same defiance but I'll change yours the same way I did hers."

Panic rushed through Zavier's body and what happened next was as much of a shock to him as ZD. He felt a slight tug at the base of his skull, the same sensation when he used his psychic sonar to find Desmond. Instead of becoming a harmless, yet resourceful wave of energy, Zavier's anger and fear made it an invisible yet solid force. A force that sliced across ZD's cheek and created a shallow cut that reached from the side of his lips and stopping at his ear. Time seemed to freeze as both men tried to understand what had just happened.
ZD touched his face and his brown eyes narrowed his rage. "How long have you been doing that?"

"I've never done it before," Zavier replied quickly.

ZD held up his sleeve to his bleeding cheek and glared at Zavier. "I believed Jael to be a Mutant at first until I realized there was nothing human about her. I'm an empath, a damn strong one, but I don't know where you got that little gift. What else can you do? Can you pick up objects with the same force you cut me with?"

Zavier shook his head. "No. I have no idea what I did, it's like my sonar but I didn't mean to!"

"Sonar? You can create that?"

Afraid to answer, Zavier remained quiet. It didn't seem to bother ZD since he was clearly in deep thought, muttering softly to himself. He finally cursed under his breath. "You seem to have taken after your old man, Zavier, but with a Mutant-like evolution…strange. Tell me, does Desmond's power lie in physical strength?"

Again, Zavier refused to speak and he received a hard mental slap. "I—I don't know."

"Your refusal to answer means that I may be right, your brother has taken the traits of his mother. No wonder the TranqJuice worked as it did. Your body went down faster than Jael's ever did but mentally you were still strong enough to kill one of my men. You're obviously no threat physically while psychically you have gifts even I don't possess. I let Jael reproduce in order to strengthen my power base, not threaten it. This makes our time together even more precious, Zavier." He smiled as his son and finished undressing while Zavier attempted to scoot away from him on the bed. It seemed his night was about to get a whole lot worse.

Zavier had no idea how long he was screaming at the top of his lungs as ZD savagely tore into him. ZD was more than happy to make it known he had no trouble sleeping with his own son and had whispered to Zavier that Desmond would meet the same fate. ZD planned on Desmond replacing Jael in every single way, from being a Pet to producing children for him. Based on Zavier's reactions, ZD already had his scientists working on fresh batches of TranqJuice with a few alterations. Zavier listened since it was either let ZD do what he wanted or risk getting another shot of his 'TranqJuice'. ZD managed to satisfy himself twice before he climbed off his son and then proceeded to calmly get dressed.

Zavier laid there, panting as his body was stuck in a disturbing limbo of pain and arousal. He didn't want any of what ZD did to him yet…..there was a slight pull, a sliver of lust that he tried desperately to suppress. He remembered something that Dimitri had told him—'Nothing feels better than family'. Perhaps that same rule applied even if ZD wasn't Sangsue. He couldn't stand the thought of Desmond falling victim to the same lust and having to see who their father truly was.

"I'll do whatever you want," he whispered softly.

ZD had just buttoned up his shirt and he laughed at Zavier. "Son, I think that's already been established. You're ready to tell me where your brother is now?"

"No," Zavier shook his head. "I can replace my mother, I'm still much stronger than a human and I'll obey you. You don't need Desmond."

"Ah, so that's the catch. Desmond has to stay out of my evil clutches, is that it?" ZD chuckled. "Your powers hold a potential threat to me and although having both of you by my side would serve as a warning to my enemies, all I need is one child. I can find several suitable hosts, Desmond will impregnate them and all will be well."
Zavier couldn't help it, he laughed. "Good luck. You can have Desmond fuck as many women as you'd like but none of them will get pregnant. The dead can't have children."

ZD frowned. "Explain."

"We're not really alive," he explained. He knew he was breaking some rule by giving away that information but he'd say or do whatever it took to get ZD's attention away from Desmond. "Our bodies are basically dead so I'm sure our sperm is useless…it's liquid, nothing more."

"You're lying," ZD snapped.

"When you were grunting on top of me did you feel my heart or anything to prove I was alive?"

ZD pushed Zavier on his back and felt for a pulse at his neck. Zavier had some blood in him from his interrupted meal but not nearly enough to give his undead body that kick of life. His father frowned as he felt—or rather didn't feel—the slightest thing. Zavier's body was indeed dead.

"I'll be the judge if your sperm is worthless or not. You never climaxed those two times, but it wasn't because of a lack of arousal. That much of you is quite alive and working just fine it seems."

Zavier looked away in embarrasment, which made ZD burst into laughter. "We'll just have to help you give in to things, won't we? You wanted me. I know you did, I could feel your lust even if it was buffered by the drugs."
What could Zavier say to that? That his body was just reacting to the sex, a simple reflex? It would be a lie and it was useless to even pretend especially when he was up against a Supe. He had a nasty insult instead and opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he saw ZD pick up something long and small from the nearby table. It was a syringe filled with a pinkish, pearlescent liquid. Zavier tensed and ZD glared at him.

"I don't want any more surprises from you and I won't have you up and about during the day. I have too many things to do."

Zavier sat up. "You don't need that! I sleep during the day; I wake up when the sun goes down. Just put me in a room where the light can't get to me and you won't have to worry about me."

ZD narrowed his eyes at his son. "Jael was never shy of the sunlight."

"I'm different than her," was all Zavier would say.

"Alright, I'll take the bait. I'll move you to a windowless room but there will be three men outside your door armed with TranqJuice and ready to take you down. Can you walk?"

Slowly, Zavier managed to get to his feet but still stumbled back and forth as if drunk. His equilibrium was off and every so often objects in front of him seemed to double as his eyes lost focus. ZD let him struggle down the hallways, never offering a helping hand once, and when they reached their destination Zavier collapsed on the bed. He couldn't have walked more than 15 feet but it felt as if he had just ran a full mile.
The only assistance ZD offered was to pull back the sheets so Zavier could crawl under them and he pulled them tight around Zavier's body, tucking him in. It would have been a sweet gesture if he hadn't just finished raping him minutes earlier.

"I always wondered what it would be like to tuck you in," ZD said softly as he stroked Zavier's hair. "I'll get enough practice with Desmond, I suspect."

Zavier was only half listening. He could feel dawn approaching and second by second his body was shutting itself off. By the time ZD left the room and locked it behind him whatever force that animated Zavier left with the rising sun.