Innocence Broken

Chapter 2: 3 Days Ago

Matthew Roberts was considering shooting himself. He knew that it would be the best thing to do as he stared at his reflection in the floor length mirror, wondering again how he’d gotten into this position. He had been nothing special at school; he hadn’t been a jock or a geek, just a normal guy with normal parents and a normal life. He had left school with passable grades and no clue with what to do with his life. On a whim he had joined the police force.

Matthew had found not only did he enjoy the work; he was damn good at it. At the age of 23 he had transferred into sex crimes, which was why he was now stood in the changing rooms of the station in a white t-shirt that clung to his skin, a dark leather jacket and jeans that seemed painted on. His wavy brown hair was slicked back from his honey, tanned face showing off his large green eyes. This is not what I thought I be doing when I woke up this morning. Shaking his head, Matt sighed; he could only imagine what his partner was going to say to him. Slowly he opened the door.

Jason Turk, at 49, was the oldest member of the team. A cynical, somewhat bitter man who was currently going through his fourth divorce. His salt and pepper brown hair was cut close to his head. When he had been younger his 6’2” body had been the envy of any quarterback. But now he was, ‘well built for a man of his age,’ as Jason put it. Matt scowled, as those clear brown eyes looked him up and down. Jason’s bushy eyebrows hit his hairline and a deep belly laugh barked from his lips. The worst thing about Jason was that he was Matt’s partner.

Matt put his head down, feeling his cheeks starting to burn. Man, why did he have to dress like a male hooker? He raised his head as an arm wrapped around his shoulders, ‘hey good looking, do you come here often?’. Matt rolled his eyes and pushed Jason off him, landing a punch to the older man’s arm just for good measure. ‘You’re just jealous that you couldn’t fit into these jeans any more’. Matt patted the older man’s soft stomach, earning a typical Jason snort. ‘As if I’d wear that shit. You ready for the Doll’s House?’

Matt nodded and followed Jason to the unmarked car, his mind already recalling everything he had on the operation. Jason has come to him earlier and informed him that he was to be working an undercover sting operation at an underground club, known as The Doll’s House. Fourteen teenagers around that area had been kidnapped. They all appeared to be slim, young, with dark hair and it had been confirmed that all the boys where gay or bi-sexual. Each boy had been found three weeks after they had disappeared. Each had been beaten, raped and drained of blood. So far they had kept most of the details out of the media but everyday something else seemed to slip through the cracks. But the most disturbing thing about the crimes was that there was no evidence. Fourteen dead boys and not a hair, drop of blood or semen or any evidence to go on. No one had heard anything or seen anything. Jason told him that in a last ditch hope they where following a tip about the Doll’s House. As Matt was the closest fit to the description of the missing boys, he had been ‘asked’ to be the bait.
Matt shook himself out of his thoughts as be climbed into the car, which much to Jason’s amusement was a little difficult. The jeans were that tight. Jason sniggered and offered some comments at the struggle, but Matt finally managed to sit in the car. He shot Jason a dirty look before slamming the door with a little more force then needed. Jason got in the driver’s side and turned to face him.

‘Listen Matt, this is just a get in, look around, get out. OK? Don’t get all gun-hoe and shit; just keep your head down.’
Matt smiled at Jason, ‘Yeah I get it, look, don’t touch. You know it almost sounds like your worried about me, old man.’

Jason snorted and started the car, ‘nah, just don’t want to fill out all the paper work if you get your ass shot or something.’ Matt glanced at Jason, something in his voice told him that Jason was scared. Matt opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but stopped himself. Turning, Matt looked out of the window at the darkening sky, getting himself prepared for the operation. It was just an ‘in and out’ job, but he was still nervous. All too soon the unmarked car pulled up into the drop off point about a block and a half away from the club. Matt climbed out of the car and was about to shut the door when Jason leaned over the seat catching his arm.
‘You sure you want to do this? We can have you swapped out. You don’t have to do this.’

Matt smiled a cocky half smile, ‘nah, it’s fine. I can do this. Besides, who would want me?’ Matt winked at Jason and shut the door. As he walked away he was sure he’d heard Jason’s voice say ‘the devil himself.’ Matt shook his head, he must have heard wrong. With a glance behind him, Matt took a deep breath and plunged into the darkness of the club.

***

Ezra sat at the back of the dimly lit room, watching as men filled into the club; young, old, of every shape and size. Ezra let a low rumble slip between his lips as he waited for his prey. He allowed his fangs to slide out a little as he watched some of the young men walk pass him, many tried to catch his eye but he didn’t let them. They were worthless to him. He was waiting for one person. He felt the smile tug at his lips as he watched a young man with blue hair enter with an exenterated sexy swing to his hips. As the boy passed near Ezra’s table he smiled and nodded towards the bathroom. Ezra paused, his eyes slipping back to the door. He really should wait for his ‘guest’ but yet he allowed his eyes to survey the young man heading toward the bathroom. A little snack couldn’t hurt. But as Ezra stood to follow the youth, a sight caught his eye.

He stopped and studied the man; he had only ever seen a single picture of him before. He seemed plain with wavy brown hair and green eyes; at first glance there was nothing remarkable about him. However Ezra could see differently. The man seemed out of place in the darkness, a gentle innocence pulsated from him, to Ezra. He was a beacon of light within the dark room. Ezra allowed the smiled to form on his lips as he slowly sank back down onto the chair, his tongue flicked over his fangs. This is going to be more fun then I thought. Ezra stretched and watched as his prey slowly moved towards him, blissfully unaware of what waited for him...

***

Matt slowly moved through the crowd, getting a layout of the building. He made a checklist in his head. Two exits at the front, a man at each door, unarmed. Bar to the right as you walk in. Matt turned and looked at the stage. It was a circular, at the centre of which was a pole, where a girl was... Matt felt his eyes widen as he watched the girl. He tried to picture how the girl got into, and how she was going to get out, of the position she was currently in. Before Matt could think anymore about the girl, two strong arms enclosed around his waist and he was pulled onto a man’s lap. Matt’s senses hit overdrive as he struggled against the arms holding him in place.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’

A deep throaty rumble came from behind him, sending involuntary shivers through his body. Hot breath moved to Matt’s neck and a ghost of a kiss was gently placed just under his ear. Matt felt his face flush and his heart skipped a beat, shame filled his body and he knew he should fight the man. But the urge to just lean back into the man’s embrace was strong. Matt caught himself as he started to relax into the man and grabbed the arms that still loosely held him in place. He tried to pull the man’s arms off him but he couldn’t move them. What the hell? Is this guy made of stone or something!

‘Hey man, I said let go of me,’ Matt growled, trying to make the quiver in his voice vanish. A gasp escaped Matt’s mouth as a tongue flicked across the pulse in Matt’s neck. Lips gently caressed his ear as the deep voice whispered, ‘why should I?’. Matt froze. How the fuck should I respond to that one?
Matt tried to think but before he could come up with a plan, a hand captured his chin forcing him to turn and face the man who held him. The man was breathtaking. His blond hair fell to his shoulders and long, dark lashes encased icy blue eyes. Matt tried not to stare at the man but felt his eyes drawn down the man’s body. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, open at the collar revealing a broad, muscled chest. A hand gently tilted Matt’s face up to look once again into the icy blue eyes.

‘What is your name, ma pet?’

Matt tried to speak, but his mouth was dry and he found he couldn’t focus on anything other than the man’s blue eyes. He swallowed and tried again, ‘Matthew,’ the name seemed to breathe out of him. A slow, seductive smile played across his captor’s lips. ‘Matthew,’ the name sounded rich and full of dark secret pleasures coming from that man’s mouth. The man leant forward and placed a deep, prolonged kiss on Matt’s lips. The kiss broke the trance that had stopped Matt fighting; Matt pushed hard against the other man’s chest and tried to wiggle out of the his iron like grasp. The man pulled him tighter against his body; a dark anger was reflected in his eyes.

‘Matthew, behave.’

‘Fuck you,’ Matt growled and brought his fist up swiftly to hit the man’s face, trying to break the hold the man had on his waist. His eyes searched the people around him, they must see them fighting, hear them, his heart dropped as he noticed that no one paid them any notice, no one was going to help. The man pulled Matt against him, his fingers tangled into Matt’s hair, forcing Matt’s neck back, exposing his neck to the stranger.

‘I was going to play nice, Matthew’. His cold lips played against Matt’s hot skin, sending a shiver down Matt’s spine. His blood roared in his ears and his hands bunched into the front of the man’s shirt. ‘Remember you forced me to do this.’ Matt barely had time to wonder what he meant as a sharp pain shot through his neck.

What the hell? Did he...? He just bit me! Matt tried to scream but all he could do was make a soft groan, the man’s grip tightened in his hair. A soft sucking noise was coming from the man as he began to suck and lick at the bite he had inflicted on Matt. Matt could feel the blood being lapped up. He must have missed some, as something warm slid down Matt’s throat. The man groaned against his neck and a cold hand moved underneath Matt’s t-shirt and slowly up Matt’s back. The world began to spin and became blurred. Matt tried to speak, to fight, but all he could manage was a gentle whimper, before his world turned black...