Sons of Midnight

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Sons of Midnight
Chapter 13: Fight and Flight


He woke to a dark room the next night but it took him only a few moments to sense that he wasn't alone. Like with all of his kind, Stalker or Nightchild, there were several minutes of a paralysis; the mind had to jump start the body. Zavier laid there, still defenseless until his company made themselves known.

"Well, at least you weren't lying," a voice finally said and a small lamp was turned on beside him, illuminating the room. ZD leaned over him and smiled. "I poked at you several times, had my doctors check you and, if I didn't know any better, I would have sworn you were dead."

Zavier wet his dry lips. "What are you going to do with me?"

"My original plan has changed since your little psionic display last night but I don't see any harm in telling you: I'll have your sperm tested although it won't change my need for Desmond. I'll have to find out why Jael was living and breathing yet why you are technically dead. Don't worry, dear boy, I'll let you see Desmond once before the end."

Zavier was now able to move and took full advantage of it and lunged for ZD. "I'll rip out your throat before you kill him!" he shouted.

Even in Zavier's weakened state he moved faster than ZD could catch and knocked his father to the floor. "I wouldn't dare to even hurt Desmond, son." ZD replied calmly, despite Zavier's threatening claws at his throat.

"You said before the end," Zavier mumbled.

ZD smiled. "Oh yes, but it wasn't Desmond's death I was referring to, but yours."

Zavier felt a sharp pain in his side and fell back from ZD with a snarl. Protruding from his side was a large syringe and Zavier almost instantly felt the numbing cold racing through his body. With a strangled cry he collapsed on the floor and ZD's laughter filled the room.

"You know what makes it work? I found out that just injecting the drugs have little or no effect but it seems that blood is the catalyst. Your body seems to break down blood at a lightening rate, so I let my human donor process the drugs in their blood and harvest it. I made a new batch just for you, how do you like it?"

If Zavier could talk he would have been more than happy to share what he thought, none of it being pretty. Strangely enough, he felt sluggish but not nearly as bad as last night. Unfortunately that wasn't the only thing he was starting to feel.

Zavier gasped as he felt a violent rush of lust through his body and it only got worse. He writhed on the floor, clawing at his skin as the chill of the drugs turned into a raging heat, turning the blood in his veins raging lava. He had only felt this type of deranged arousal when he and Desmond had their Emerald Dust blood from Theo.

"You gave me E-Dust?" Zavier gasped.

ZD lifted Zavier to the bed and watched the young teen struggle to deal with so much lust all at once. "Emerald Dust? Not a chance, son, I wanted a certain result and for that I thought Frenzy would be the best addition."

Frenzy. Zavier had heard whispers about that drug at the orphanage from the older boys. Not only did it give the abuser an enormous high but the sex drive was thrown through the roof. Every touch was nearly orgasmic, and the brain turned into mush from so many sensations. It was one of the most dangerous drugs on the street besides Emerald Dust; drugs that Desmond had him swear he would never take. He seemed to have been breaking a lot of the promises he made to his twin lately.

Again, ZD was on top of his son yet this time Zavier's desire for it couldn't be pushed away. He bloodied his lip as he fought to hold back each whimper and moan and thoughts of Desmond helped him focus. It made what ZD was doing to him more tolerable; as long as he didn't give in, didn't WANT it, Zavier could live with himself.

That is, if he got out of this alive.

"Zavier," ZD purred seductively, "it's just the two of us in this room. Why not give in to what you clearly want."

"T-the drugs," Zavier sneered. He held on to the sheets so tightly they were beginning to shred as each deep thrust became harder to not respond to.

"Just enhance what is already there," ZD finished. "You wanted me before, you want me now. I want to feel all of you."

ZD kissed up and down his throat and slowly—so slowly—Zavier let go of the sheets and his arms wrapped around ZD's neck. He threw his head back as the pleasure washed over him and for that moment didn't care how much that concession would cost him. He raised his hips, undulated beneath ZD and spurred him on with dirty requests. Zavier had completely given into the sex and, with the both of them being empaths, the result was the best sex Zavier had ever experienced.

Well, almost the best. His short romp with Angelo came rushing back in his mind and realized the same overwhelming shared pleasure was present with the dark haired Sangsue. Was Angelo an empath like him and didn't say?

Zavier's thoughts were cut short when ZD's hand suddenly gripped his cock and began stroking him. That was the final straw and he cried out at the top of his lungs as he finally had release. It got even better when ZD turned his head to the side, revealing his neck.

"I feel you drinking too much and I'll shoot you up with more Frenzy and let all my men fuck you raw," his father warned.

He gave the barest of nods before sinking his fangs into ZD's neck and the rush of blood nearly made him come again. He drank to take the edge off but it only seemed to make it worse. Zavier remembered he wasn't able to finish his meal last night and he had no idea what his body was going through as it was injected with the drugged blood. Truly feeding seemed to lift some of the veil ZD's latest batch of TranqJuice had over him but remained on the bed, pretending to be just as wild and lucid from earlier.

"See what fun we had?" ZD said with a laugh. Zavier grunted as ZD's hand went back to this cock but he wasn't stroking, but carefully removing a condom he had put on him earlier. Zavier mentally cursed. ZD now had the semen sample he wanted; that's all he was after.

Zavier didn't know many things about the relationship between the human world and that of Sangsue, but he was sure that it wasn't good. What ZD could actually learn from Zavier's semen was far more dangerous to see if he was shooting blanks or not. Dying here was not an option. He had to go back to the Nocturne, warn the BroodMaster and get the hell out of Sargot City with Desmond. He'd have to deal with what just happened later, escaping came first.

Once ZD dressed and left, mumbling about his scientists, Zavier's mind was racing to figure out a plan. He waited until he was sure ZD was truly gone and hopped out of bed, only to land on the floor flat on his face with a loud thud.

"Note to self," he grumbled angrily, "body is not completely up to par yet."

The room door flew open and an armed thug stormed in. "What the hell was that noise? I have orders to shoot you with whatever I want if you try anything!"

Zavier glanced past the thug and saw two more men waiting in the hallway. Thinking. Thinking. Zavier shut his eyes tight as he forced his brain to work and in doing so flipped a switch inside of him. He felt that uncomfortable sensation that something was darting wildly back and forth in his head, behind his eyes. It was the same beast that seemed to awaken when Angelo was seducing him with Desmond's murder, the same frame of mind that destroyed Zavier's higher functions and made him more---what was the word Dimitri used? Feral.

The difference in Zavier was suddenly like night and day. He turned from scared kid to pretty killer as he turned over on his back and gave the thug an innocent, wanton smile.

"I wanted to get someone's attention," Zavier purred softly. The thug was clearly no Supe, otherwise he would have sensed the dangerous creature that the drugs and hunger had turned the young boy into.

"You got it," the thug sneered and shoved the tip of his AK-47 into Zavier's cheek. "Give me a reason, kid."

Zavier snatched away and opened his mouth, not to speak but to flick his tongue against the tip of the gun's nozzle. He grabbed his own member, stroking it slowly, and continued lapping at the gun as he pretended the end of the gun was a cock to devour.

"What's going on in there, Lenny?" One of the men from the hall shouted.

The man jumped and the gun dropped from his hands. "Uh….the boss didn't say we couldn't have a bit of fun with him, did he?"

"Good God," the other thug grumbled, "do you have to fuck everything that moves? Close the door, we'll keep a look out."

Lenny rushed to close and lock the door and went back to what he assumed would be sex of a lifetime. It wasn't everyday you were able to fuck the boss' kid, afterall.

He yanked Zavier to his feet and attacked his lips with a bruising kiss. Lenny moaned as Zavier sucked hard at his tongue but it wasn't until he needed to breathe that he started to struggle. Zavier was taking full advantage of his undead condition and smothered the man with kisses. It also helped to silence the man's cries as Zavier began to literally eat at his mouth and when he finally let Lenny go, the man was dead with a missing tongue and no lips.

More life rushed back into Zavier's body and it took all his will power not to gorge on the man, filling his belly until he was content. The beast screamed but Zavier refused, focusing on the other two men waiting just outside the room doors. He pushed his body to move faster than any human or animal could, what Dimitri had called ShadowDancing, and exited the room.

He didn't give the men any time to react and fell on them like a wild animal. He lunged for the nearest one, barely missing getting shot, and threw him into the wall. The plaster cracked from the impact and the man slid down to the floor, leaving a messy trail of blood on the wall from his cracked skull. The second thug opted to run away to alert his fellows but Zavier was far too quick. He tackled the man from behind, biting and chewing until there was a messy hole of blood and flesh in his back.

Zavier stumbled away from the carnage, his brain swarming from the crazed beast roaring within him and mixed with the Frenzy TranqJuice, he was still having trouble walking in a straight line. He yanked off the pants of one thug and slipped them on. They were several sizes too big for him but he tightened the belt as far as it would go and ran down the hallway. His sneaking tactics were quite sloppy but he managed to get down the stair undetected. He knew exiting through the front would be risking so he snuck around the back entrance and stumbled through the yard, disappearing into the dark forest surrounding the house.


Whew, there ya go. I gotta head to work but I'll update either tonight or tomorrow. Remember, if you'd like to know more about Sangsue and the universe head over to www.blackwidower.net.
Later,
Peccavi