My Beloved Fledgling
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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Reviews:
9
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Chapter 2
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Title: My Beloved Fledgling
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/22/2008
Sequel to “My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love”
Summary: Vincent and Nick begin their journey together as Sire and Fledgling. It will be a year in which new enemies will surface and new friendships are formed but a hidden secret could end up destroying them both.
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang, WIP
Pairings: Vincent/Nicholas
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Nicholas Alexander Donovan: 23 years old, 5’8”, 135 lbs., slim and lithe with nice abs from working out and short shaggy dark brown hair with auburn highlights, large almond shaped blue eyes with long thick black eyelashes. Nicely tanned honey gold skin with high cheekbones and a huge dimple in his left cheek.
Vincent Morgan Saint-Leclaire: Vampire, 208 years old, 6’4” 200 lbs, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, shoulder length blond hair, silver eyes and a jagged scar on his right cheek. His favorite attire is body fitting black leather pants, silk shirts and military style boots.
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A/N: A special thank you to my first reviewers of this sequel, Dreamforever, Cassis Blake, nanase08, and bambi4real. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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~ previous chapter ~ Vincent swooped down and picked up Nick, carrying him over to the stack of hay he carefully placed him back down on it then knelt between his legs. With swift efficiency, he removed all of Nick’s clothing and proceeded to thoroughly ravish him.
Chapter 2:
“OH, MY GOD, VINCENT!” screamed Nick as Vincent continued to ram his cock roughly up his ass. Vincent was setting such a fast pace that Nick nearly fainted from exertion. His legs were wrapped tightly around Vincent’s muscular waist and his hands were pulling on the golden locks of hair that had fallen lose from it’s leather thong. Vincent finally found release and fell down on top of an exhausted Nick’s soft body.
With closed eyes, Nick smiled and whispered, “That was fucking fantastic.”
Smiling, Vincent nuzzled Nick’s long slender neck and began kissing and sucking it. Nick moaned with desire and threw his head back to give his Sire easy access to his jugular vein that was pulsating wildly in anticipation.
With his elongated fangs, Vincent gently bit down into the exposed neck and growled with pleasure as he felt their length sink deep into the soft flesh allowing him access to the warm vein within. Eagerly drinking the intoxicating liquid, he began thrusting into Nick’s tight portal again. As he held Nick’s wrists together above his head, he continued feeding and pleasuring himself until he felt his young Fledgling begin to weaken from the loss of blood. Regaining control of his blood lust, Vincent stopped and then licked and sealed the gaping hole. Fiercely kissing Nick, he then slit his own wrist and offered it to him enjoying in the erotic sensation of feeling Nick’s fangs sucking and drinking his own blood.
Nick’s eyes were closed as he fed from Vincent, the warm blood gave him such a contented feeling of euphoria that he felt like he was floating in the clouds. Practically purring as he drank, Nick greedily sucked to his heart’s content. When he had enough,
he gently lapped up the leftover blood and then sealed the wound with his tongue. Opening his eyes, that were still red, he reached up and pulled Vincent down for another kiss.
While they were recovering together from their blood lust, Nick began thinking over the events of the past few months and how his life had drastically changed since meeting Vincent. He had been taken away by force from the life he had built for himself after his parents had been brutally murdered by a crazed drug addict. With hard work and determination, he had earned himself the rank of Sergeant on the Kensington Police Department. As well as, the respect and admiration of his co-workers and friends. One night while on an undercover sting operation at the nightclub Dark Enchantment, Nick was kidnapped by Vincent and taken to his hidden castle somewhere in the mountains of Europe. He was forced to leave behind everyone he loved including Jenna his fiance, and Sean his best friend and fellow law-enforcement partner who was like an older brother to him. Vincent kept him a prisoner, chained him, made him a sex-slave, raped him, tortured him and fed from him. The turning point happened when during one of his rages, he beat Nick so bad that he almost died and was temporarily blinded. Then Nick was kidnapped by an enemy of Vincent’s, a vampire named Ambrose who used him to lure Vincent to his castle so that he could kill him. While being held prisoner, he was brutally raped and tortured by Ambrose and other rogue vampires. Vincent eventually killed Ambrose and the others but Nick was near death and not wanting to lose him Vincent decided to turn him thus making him his Fledgling. Nick fought with Vincent accusing him of turning him for his own personal reasons and not caring of the consequences. After a long and heated conversation, Vincent explained everything to Nick and what would happen during the next year.
~ flashback ~
Vincent hissed into Nick’s ear. “I was trying to tell you that if you try to drink another’s blood now it will kill you but later on, much later, you will be able to feed off others. This is only because you are a new Fledgling and must depend on your Sire’s blood for subsistence at least during the first year. Your Sire must train and protect you during this time. After the year is up, then you will be free to explore other means necessary to survive but not until then. It will be up to me to guide you during the first year of your new life.”
~ end of flashback ~
“What are you thinking so intently about?” asked Vincent running his forefinger up and down Nick’s bare torso.
Turning his head, Nick looked into Vincent’s now silver eyes and truthfully said, “I was just thinking about everything that has happened in the last few months since we first met.”
Narrowing his eyes, Vincent told him in a cold voice, “What has been done cannot be reversed. I am your Sire and you are my Fledgling. There is nothing you can do to change that so don’t even begin to try. I hope you are not contemplating one of your crazy schemes to run away again. I will not let you go until your year is up and maybe even not then.”
Nick’s blue eyes flashed in anger, and he jumped up and yelled, “Why do you have to be such an asshole Vincent? Your always so ready to accuse me of some stupid little thing that I haven’t even thought of. We’re equals now, Vincent, so why don’t you give me the benefit of the doubt instead of treating me like I am still your whore.”
Unaware of how he was affecting his Sire, Nick glared down at him with his legs spread wide and arms waving around in the air as he yelled. Vincent was half sitting up against the hay stacks and his long legs were spread out before him. Looking at the beauty standing up over him, his cock immediately sprang to attention. Nick’s eyes widened as he saw the immense organ become fully erect and ready. With a scheme rapidly forming in his head and once again without thinking of the consequences, Nick swept down onto his knees in front of Vincent and crawled up between his legs. All thought left Vincent, as he watched Nick open his delectable mouth. With his eyes closed, he moaned when he felt a soft velvety tongue sweep up the underside of his huge member, tracing the vein all the way from the root to top. He moaned in pleasure when he felt the talented tongue begin swirling around the head.
To Vincent’s extreme pleasure, Nick swallowed his engorged length, until his nose was nestled in the golden blond curls of his groin. Placing his hands on Vincent’s legs for balance Nick started sucking while the organ slid deep down his throat and the muscles of his throat began constricting against the intrusion. Vincent grabbed Nick’s shaggy locks while he continued sucking watching the way his cheeks became sunken with each movement. The feel of Nick’s warm hot mouth felt wonderfully snug around his erection. Vincent fought back the urge to push his cock hard into his Fledgling’s throat remembering the pain and suffering Nicholas recently went through with Ambrose and his consorts. Nick wrapped one of his hand’s around the base of Vincent’s cock and started to stroke it as he continued to suck. With his head bobbing up and down, it nearly sent Vincent into another blood lust. Unable to contain himself any longer, Vincent cried out and spilled his seed into his lover’s mouth. Swallowing it, Nick licked him clean and then allowed the softened member to slip from his mouth.
Still kneeling between Vincent’s legs, the words that came out of Nick’s mouth next ruined the moment. “Are you happy now, my Master?” Nick hissed hatefully.
Vincent retaliated in anger, smashing his fist into Nick’s face with such force that it knocked him over backwards right into a water trough. He flew up off the ground and ran over pulling a sputtering Nick out by his sopping wet hair. Holding him up, he shook him back and forth like a small wet kitten.
“Who the hell do you think you are playing with my little Pet? What kind of game is this? Hmmm... I wonder what you are up to this time.... Oh, little one, we both know that it useless for you to take me on in a battle of strength or a game of wits. I will win. I always do. So, what where you thinking of? I wonder...What did you think to prove to yourself?”
When Nick didn’t answer, Vincent roughly shook him again, then still holding him by the hair dragged him over to the far wall. Lifting a struggling Nick back up, he placed him up against it and tied him by the neck with a tether to a hook in the wall and then bound his ankles together with another one and latched it to a stake in the floor.
“Let me go!.... What the fuck are you doing?.... You sick twisted bastard!....I’ll tear you apart for this.” roared Nick thrashing his body and waving his arms around trying to punch Vincent in the face.
Laughing at his futile attempts to free himself, Vincent taunted him even more by saying, “I rather like seeing you hanging there, naked and exposed, it is quite an enticing picture.
Yes, maybe I should consider leaving you here like this. It could be your new living quarters and you could keep Lucifer company.” seeing Nick’s eyes widen in fear, he continued, “Hmm, yes, that is good idea, don’t you think? After all, didn’t you say that you wanted to be friends with him? Would that please you, Nicholas? Yes, I think Lucifer would enjoy your company during the long cold winter nights.”
“Your sick, did you know that? You wouldn’t dare leave me here like this.” cursed Nick.
“Don’t tempt me!” Vincent strongly cautioned him.
When Nick finally shut his mouth and just hung there shooting daggers at him, Vincent got down to business. Walking back and forth in front of Nick with his cock bobbing proudly up and down between his strong thighs, Vincent began explaining what would happen next.
When he was finished, Nick cried out, “I won’t do it! I won’t go to this stupid so called Gathering and you can’t make me. I don‘t care how humiliated it makes you feel. You’ve done the same to me and made my life a living hell for the last few months so why should I go with you.”
“You have no choice in this matter. I am bringing you, even though we will be arriving late. It is your coming out introduction and you will be meeting other Fledglings and their Sires. You will go willingly or I will truss you up naked as the day you were born and drag you to it.” Vincent stopped and stood in front of Nick when he said this.
“It seems I have no choice in the matter, does it? Alright, I’ll go to this stupid Gathering with you but don’t expect me to bow to your every whim in front of them because I won’t.” conceded Nick.
Smiling, Vincent approached Nick and released him then took him back to the castle so they could get dressed for the Gathering.
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‘The Gathering’
Vincent and Nick approached the formidable looking castle together. They had just arrived by horse drawn carriage and wore heavy woolen cloaks with attached fur hoods covering their heads to ward off the bitter wind and freezing rain that was pelting their faces as they walked briskly up the steps leading to the huge front door.
“I am warning you one more time, not to leave my side tonight unless I give you permission to do so.” Vincent cautioned Nick before opening the doors.
“Ya, whatever you say, oh most powerful one.” mumbled Nick.
Turning swiftly, Vincent grabbed Nick’s chin firmly in his large hand and tilted his face up so that he could see his blue eyes. “I mean it Nicholas. It will not be safe. There will be over 100 other vampires inside waiting to meet you. Many of them hate me and would do anything to sink their fangs into you just to spite me.”
Nick sighed and promised, “I’ll be a good little Fledgling and abide by my Sire’s wishes.”
Smiling, Vincent leaned down and kissed Nick swiftly on the lips then grabbing his hand he reached up and opened the door to the castle. The huge doors creaked slowly open and Nick had to squint his eyes against the sudden brightness. Nick could hear music and chatter but it quickly stopped as soon as they stepped into the foyer. Removing their cloaks, they handed them over into the hands of the waiting servant and stood still surveying the scene below them. Standing at the top of the staircase, Nick could feel all eyes appraising his figure as they walked swiftly down the steps into the ball room. Nick was wearing dark brown leather pants that clung to his slim figure like a second skin outlining the curves of his body and leaving nothing to the imagination of the waiting guests that stood watching from below. Vincent had selected his outfit for him and had chosen a light blue silk shirt to go with it that complimented his eyes. Around his neck, he wore a large leather collar embroidered with Vincent’s family crest. He wore brown boots on his small feet to complete the outfit. It made him feel uncomfortable, but Nick knew he was safe with Vincent beside him.
As they continued their descent down the marble steps, all eyes were upon Nick with his small rounded pert ass and perfect figure. His hair had been cut and styled by Sarah before leaving Vincent’s castle. The dark brown locks highlighted with a rich auburn color framed his face outlining his high cheekbones and enhancing the dimple in his cheek. Vincent guided him down the steps with one hand on his elbow. They finally reached the bottom and were approached by a tall lone figure. Nick stood quietly waiting behind Vincent as he greeted the individual.
“Vincent! You’ve finally arrived. We were all starting to get worried that you would not be coming. I was just getting ready to send a messenger off to your home in the hopes of finding out what could have happened.”
“Constantine, it’s good to see you after such a long time my old friend. I am sorry for the lateness of our arrival but we ran into a little trouble and it took some time to sort the problem out.”
Clasping their hands together, they hugged and patted each other companionably on the shoulders.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to your adorable young Fledgling? I’ve been waiting patiently to finally meet him. He’s earned himself quite the reputation among us and I would like to see if he meets all my expectations.”
Stepping aside, Vincent pulled Nick up next to him keeping his arm wrapped securely around his waist as he introduced them to each other.
“Constantine, I would like to introduce to you my Fledgling, Nicholas.”
Looking down at Nick, he said, “Nicholas, this is my old friend Constantine.”
Nick held out his hand, bowed his head, smiled and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”
Nick felt his hand gripped in a firm handshake, “The pleasure is all mine young Nicholas.”
After Constantine released Nick’s hand, he said “What a delectable little morsel you have there Vincent. I am jealous. You are an extremely lucky vampire to have one such as he in your possession.”
Nick didn’t like where this conversation was heading so he stepped closer to Vincent and felt his arm tightening in reassurance around him. As the two of them talked, Nick inspected Constantine more closely. The elder vampire had weathered skin and white hair, stood at about 5’10”, was lean and kind looking. When he noticed Nick watching him, his brown eyes crinkled in merriment and he winked at him in acknowledgement. Smiling back Nick realized he had nothing to worry about in this old friend of Vincent’s.
The music and chatter had started up again as they were talking so Nick’s eyes wandered around the large ballroom inspecting all the guests. Some were in groups talking with each other, others were dancing, and then there were some who were just boldly staring at Nick with barely contained lust.
Trying to ignore them and swallowing deeply, Nick continued his surveillance of the room. He immediately noticed those who were Fledglings because they wore collars around their necks similar to his. He saw that some were smiling at him in reassurance and he found himself smiling back at them. One in particular caught his eye by waving his hand eagerly at him to get his attention. The young man had red spiked hair and green eyes, was tall and slender and was wearing black leather shorts and a green tank top. He was standing beside a young and formidable looking Vampire with dirty blond hair. Hoping they would be able to talk later, Nick nodded his head back at him in acknowledgment.
As Nick’s eyes continued searching the crowd, they suddenly came in direct contact with slate (dark bluish gray) eyes. With his heart rapidly pounding in his chest, Nick found himself held hostage by the hypnotic gaze of the lone Vampire’s intense gaze. Unable to stop himself, he tried to pull free from Vincent’s hold and walk toward him but was pulled back up against his Sire’s firm body. Looking up at Vincent, Nick came out of whatever kind of trance he had found himself in and saw concerned eyes searching his.
“Is something wrong Nicholas? You look a little pale perhaps a glass of water might help.” Vincent lifted his hand and a waiter brought a tray with drinks, lifting one off of it he handed the tall glass to Nick.
“Thank you.” Nick gratefully took it and drank the refreshing cool water.
“Vincent, perhaps you should take young Nicholas around and introduce him to everyone.” Constantine suggested while smiling encouragingly at Nick, “After all, it is his party and he should get to meet all his guests.”
“Yes, you are right my friend. I have dallied long enough and Nick is getting somewhat anxious. I will see you later Constantine.” Taking Nick’s hand he led him away into the waiting crowd.
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Watching from his hidden place in the alcove, the slate eyes watched closely as Vincent walked around introducing his beautiful young Fledgling to everyone. Closing his eyes, he smiled and waited, knowing that the young man would soon be his to possess.
TBC
Title: My Beloved Fledgling
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/22/2008
Sequel to “My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love”
Summary: Vincent and Nick begin their journey together as Sire and Fledgling. It will be a year in which new enemies will surface and new friendships are formed but a hidden secret could end up destroying them both.
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang, WIP
Pairings: Vincent/Nicholas
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Nicholas Alexander Donovan: 23 years old, 5’8”, 135 lbs., slim and lithe with nice abs from working out and short shaggy dark brown hair with auburn highlights, large almond shaped blue eyes with long thick black eyelashes. Nicely tanned honey gold skin with high cheekbones and a huge dimple in his left cheek.
Vincent Morgan Saint-Leclaire: Vampire, 208 years old, 6’4” 200 lbs, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, shoulder length blond hair, silver eyes and a jagged scar on his right cheek. His favorite attire is body fitting black leather pants, silk shirts and military style boots.
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A/N: A special thank you to my first reviewers of this sequel, Dreamforever, Cassis Blake, nanase08, and bambi4real. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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~ previous chapter ~ Vincent swooped down and picked up Nick, carrying him over to the stack of hay he carefully placed him back down on it then knelt between his legs. With swift efficiency, he removed all of Nick’s clothing and proceeded to thoroughly ravish him.
Chapter 2:
“OH, MY GOD, VINCENT!” screamed Nick as Vincent continued to ram his cock roughly up his ass. Vincent was setting such a fast pace that Nick nearly fainted from exertion. His legs were wrapped tightly around Vincent’s muscular waist and his hands were pulling on the golden locks of hair that had fallen lose from it’s leather thong. Vincent finally found release and fell down on top of an exhausted Nick’s soft body.
With closed eyes, Nick smiled and whispered, “That was fucking fantastic.”
Smiling, Vincent nuzzled Nick’s long slender neck and began kissing and sucking it. Nick moaned with desire and threw his head back to give his Sire easy access to his jugular vein that was pulsating wildly in anticipation.
With his elongated fangs, Vincent gently bit down into the exposed neck and growled with pleasure as he felt their length sink deep into the soft flesh allowing him access to the warm vein within. Eagerly drinking the intoxicating liquid, he began thrusting into Nick’s tight portal again. As he held Nick’s wrists together above his head, he continued feeding and pleasuring himself until he felt his young Fledgling begin to weaken from the loss of blood. Regaining control of his blood lust, Vincent stopped and then licked and sealed the gaping hole. Fiercely kissing Nick, he then slit his own wrist and offered it to him enjoying in the erotic sensation of feeling Nick’s fangs sucking and drinking his own blood.
Nick’s eyes were closed as he fed from Vincent, the warm blood gave him such a contented feeling of euphoria that he felt like he was floating in the clouds. Practically purring as he drank, Nick greedily sucked to his heart’s content. When he had enough,
he gently lapped up the leftover blood and then sealed the wound with his tongue. Opening his eyes, that were still red, he reached up and pulled Vincent down for another kiss.
While they were recovering together from their blood lust, Nick began thinking over the events of the past few months and how his life had drastically changed since meeting Vincent. He had been taken away by force from the life he had built for himself after his parents had been brutally murdered by a crazed drug addict. With hard work and determination, he had earned himself the rank of Sergeant on the Kensington Police Department. As well as, the respect and admiration of his co-workers and friends. One night while on an undercover sting operation at the nightclub Dark Enchantment, Nick was kidnapped by Vincent and taken to his hidden castle somewhere in the mountains of Europe. He was forced to leave behind everyone he loved including Jenna his fiance, and Sean his best friend and fellow law-enforcement partner who was like an older brother to him. Vincent kept him a prisoner, chained him, made him a sex-slave, raped him, tortured him and fed from him. The turning point happened when during one of his rages, he beat Nick so bad that he almost died and was temporarily blinded. Then Nick was kidnapped by an enemy of Vincent’s, a vampire named Ambrose who used him to lure Vincent to his castle so that he could kill him. While being held prisoner, he was brutally raped and tortured by Ambrose and other rogue vampires. Vincent eventually killed Ambrose and the others but Nick was near death and not wanting to lose him Vincent decided to turn him thus making him his Fledgling. Nick fought with Vincent accusing him of turning him for his own personal reasons and not caring of the consequences. After a long and heated conversation, Vincent explained everything to Nick and what would happen during the next year.
~ flashback ~
Vincent hissed into Nick’s ear. “I was trying to tell you that if you try to drink another’s blood now it will kill you but later on, much later, you will be able to feed off others. This is only because you are a new Fledgling and must depend on your Sire’s blood for subsistence at least during the first year. Your Sire must train and protect you during this time. After the year is up, then you will be free to explore other means necessary to survive but not until then. It will be up to me to guide you during the first year of your new life.”
~ end of flashback ~
“What are you thinking so intently about?” asked Vincent running his forefinger up and down Nick’s bare torso.
Turning his head, Nick looked into Vincent’s now silver eyes and truthfully said, “I was just thinking about everything that has happened in the last few months since we first met.”
Narrowing his eyes, Vincent told him in a cold voice, “What has been done cannot be reversed. I am your Sire and you are my Fledgling. There is nothing you can do to change that so don’t even begin to try. I hope you are not contemplating one of your crazy schemes to run away again. I will not let you go until your year is up and maybe even not then.”
Nick’s blue eyes flashed in anger, and he jumped up and yelled, “Why do you have to be such an asshole Vincent? Your always so ready to accuse me of some stupid little thing that I haven’t even thought of. We’re equals now, Vincent, so why don’t you give me the benefit of the doubt instead of treating me like I am still your whore.”
Unaware of how he was affecting his Sire, Nick glared down at him with his legs spread wide and arms waving around in the air as he yelled. Vincent was half sitting up against the hay stacks and his long legs were spread out before him. Looking at the beauty standing up over him, his cock immediately sprang to attention. Nick’s eyes widened as he saw the immense organ become fully erect and ready. With a scheme rapidly forming in his head and once again without thinking of the consequences, Nick swept down onto his knees in front of Vincent and crawled up between his legs. All thought left Vincent, as he watched Nick open his delectable mouth. With his eyes closed, he moaned when he felt a soft velvety tongue sweep up the underside of his huge member, tracing the vein all the way from the root to top. He moaned in pleasure when he felt the talented tongue begin swirling around the head.
To Vincent’s extreme pleasure, Nick swallowed his engorged length, until his nose was nestled in the golden blond curls of his groin. Placing his hands on Vincent’s legs for balance Nick started sucking while the organ slid deep down his throat and the muscles of his throat began constricting against the intrusion. Vincent grabbed Nick’s shaggy locks while he continued sucking watching the way his cheeks became sunken with each movement. The feel of Nick’s warm hot mouth felt wonderfully snug around his erection. Vincent fought back the urge to push his cock hard into his Fledgling’s throat remembering the pain and suffering Nicholas recently went through with Ambrose and his consorts. Nick wrapped one of his hand’s around the base of Vincent’s cock and started to stroke it as he continued to suck. With his head bobbing up and down, it nearly sent Vincent into another blood lust. Unable to contain himself any longer, Vincent cried out and spilled his seed into his lover’s mouth. Swallowing it, Nick licked him clean and then allowed the softened member to slip from his mouth.
Still kneeling between Vincent’s legs, the words that came out of Nick’s mouth next ruined the moment. “Are you happy now, my Master?” Nick hissed hatefully.
Vincent retaliated in anger, smashing his fist into Nick’s face with such force that it knocked him over backwards right into a water trough. He flew up off the ground and ran over pulling a sputtering Nick out by his sopping wet hair. Holding him up, he shook him back and forth like a small wet kitten.
“Who the hell do you think you are playing with my little Pet? What kind of game is this? Hmmm... I wonder what you are up to this time.... Oh, little one, we both know that it useless for you to take me on in a battle of strength or a game of wits. I will win. I always do. So, what where you thinking of? I wonder...What did you think to prove to yourself?”
When Nick didn’t answer, Vincent roughly shook him again, then still holding him by the hair dragged him over to the far wall. Lifting a struggling Nick back up, he placed him up against it and tied him by the neck with a tether to a hook in the wall and then bound his ankles together with another one and latched it to a stake in the floor.
“Let me go!.... What the fuck are you doing?.... You sick twisted bastard!....I’ll tear you apart for this.” roared Nick thrashing his body and waving his arms around trying to punch Vincent in the face.
Laughing at his futile attempts to free himself, Vincent taunted him even more by saying, “I rather like seeing you hanging there, naked and exposed, it is quite an enticing picture.
Yes, maybe I should consider leaving you here like this. It could be your new living quarters and you could keep Lucifer company.” seeing Nick’s eyes widen in fear, he continued, “Hmm, yes, that is good idea, don’t you think? After all, didn’t you say that you wanted to be friends with him? Would that please you, Nicholas? Yes, I think Lucifer would enjoy your company during the long cold winter nights.”
“Your sick, did you know that? You wouldn’t dare leave me here like this.” cursed Nick.
“Don’t tempt me!” Vincent strongly cautioned him.
When Nick finally shut his mouth and just hung there shooting daggers at him, Vincent got down to business. Walking back and forth in front of Nick with his cock bobbing proudly up and down between his strong thighs, Vincent began explaining what would happen next.
When he was finished, Nick cried out, “I won’t do it! I won’t go to this stupid so called Gathering and you can’t make me. I don‘t care how humiliated it makes you feel. You’ve done the same to me and made my life a living hell for the last few months so why should I go with you.”
“You have no choice in this matter. I am bringing you, even though we will be arriving late. It is your coming out introduction and you will be meeting other Fledglings and their Sires. You will go willingly or I will truss you up naked as the day you were born and drag you to it.” Vincent stopped and stood in front of Nick when he said this.
“It seems I have no choice in the matter, does it? Alright, I’ll go to this stupid Gathering with you but don’t expect me to bow to your every whim in front of them because I won’t.” conceded Nick.
Smiling, Vincent approached Nick and released him then took him back to the castle so they could get dressed for the Gathering.
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‘The Gathering’
Vincent and Nick approached the formidable looking castle together. They had just arrived by horse drawn carriage and wore heavy woolen cloaks with attached fur hoods covering their heads to ward off the bitter wind and freezing rain that was pelting their faces as they walked briskly up the steps leading to the huge front door.
“I am warning you one more time, not to leave my side tonight unless I give you permission to do so.” Vincent cautioned Nick before opening the doors.
“Ya, whatever you say, oh most powerful one.” mumbled Nick.
Turning swiftly, Vincent grabbed Nick’s chin firmly in his large hand and tilted his face up so that he could see his blue eyes. “I mean it Nicholas. It will not be safe. There will be over 100 other vampires inside waiting to meet you. Many of them hate me and would do anything to sink their fangs into you just to spite me.”
Nick sighed and promised, “I’ll be a good little Fledgling and abide by my Sire’s wishes.”
Smiling, Vincent leaned down and kissed Nick swiftly on the lips then grabbing his hand he reached up and opened the door to the castle. The huge doors creaked slowly open and Nick had to squint his eyes against the sudden brightness. Nick could hear music and chatter but it quickly stopped as soon as they stepped into the foyer. Removing their cloaks, they handed them over into the hands of the waiting servant and stood still surveying the scene below them. Standing at the top of the staircase, Nick could feel all eyes appraising his figure as they walked swiftly down the steps into the ball room. Nick was wearing dark brown leather pants that clung to his slim figure like a second skin outlining the curves of his body and leaving nothing to the imagination of the waiting guests that stood watching from below. Vincent had selected his outfit for him and had chosen a light blue silk shirt to go with it that complimented his eyes. Around his neck, he wore a large leather collar embroidered with Vincent’s family crest. He wore brown boots on his small feet to complete the outfit. It made him feel uncomfortable, but Nick knew he was safe with Vincent beside him.
As they continued their descent down the marble steps, all eyes were upon Nick with his small rounded pert ass and perfect figure. His hair had been cut and styled by Sarah before leaving Vincent’s castle. The dark brown locks highlighted with a rich auburn color framed his face outlining his high cheekbones and enhancing the dimple in his cheek. Vincent guided him down the steps with one hand on his elbow. They finally reached the bottom and were approached by a tall lone figure. Nick stood quietly waiting behind Vincent as he greeted the individual.
“Vincent! You’ve finally arrived. We were all starting to get worried that you would not be coming. I was just getting ready to send a messenger off to your home in the hopes of finding out what could have happened.”
“Constantine, it’s good to see you after such a long time my old friend. I am sorry for the lateness of our arrival but we ran into a little trouble and it took some time to sort the problem out.”
Clasping their hands together, they hugged and patted each other companionably on the shoulders.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to your adorable young Fledgling? I’ve been waiting patiently to finally meet him. He’s earned himself quite the reputation among us and I would like to see if he meets all my expectations.”
Stepping aside, Vincent pulled Nick up next to him keeping his arm wrapped securely around his waist as he introduced them to each other.
“Constantine, I would like to introduce to you my Fledgling, Nicholas.”
Looking down at Nick, he said, “Nicholas, this is my old friend Constantine.”
Nick held out his hand, bowed his head, smiled and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”
Nick felt his hand gripped in a firm handshake, “The pleasure is all mine young Nicholas.”
After Constantine released Nick’s hand, he said “What a delectable little morsel you have there Vincent. I am jealous. You are an extremely lucky vampire to have one such as he in your possession.”
Nick didn’t like where this conversation was heading so he stepped closer to Vincent and felt his arm tightening in reassurance around him. As the two of them talked, Nick inspected Constantine more closely. The elder vampire had weathered skin and white hair, stood at about 5’10”, was lean and kind looking. When he noticed Nick watching him, his brown eyes crinkled in merriment and he winked at him in acknowledgement. Smiling back Nick realized he had nothing to worry about in this old friend of Vincent’s.
The music and chatter had started up again as they were talking so Nick’s eyes wandered around the large ballroom inspecting all the guests. Some were in groups talking with each other, others were dancing, and then there were some who were just boldly staring at Nick with barely contained lust.
Trying to ignore them and swallowing deeply, Nick continued his surveillance of the room. He immediately noticed those who were Fledglings because they wore collars around their necks similar to his. He saw that some were smiling at him in reassurance and he found himself smiling back at them. One in particular caught his eye by waving his hand eagerly at him to get his attention. The young man had red spiked hair and green eyes, was tall and slender and was wearing black leather shorts and a green tank top. He was standing beside a young and formidable looking Vampire with dirty blond hair. Hoping they would be able to talk later, Nick nodded his head back at him in acknowledgment.
As Nick’s eyes continued searching the crowd, they suddenly came in direct contact with slate (dark bluish gray) eyes. With his heart rapidly pounding in his chest, Nick found himself held hostage by the hypnotic gaze of the lone Vampire’s intense gaze. Unable to stop himself, he tried to pull free from Vincent’s hold and walk toward him but was pulled back up against his Sire’s firm body. Looking up at Vincent, Nick came out of whatever kind of trance he had found himself in and saw concerned eyes searching his.
“Is something wrong Nicholas? You look a little pale perhaps a glass of water might help.” Vincent lifted his hand and a waiter brought a tray with drinks, lifting one off of it he handed the tall glass to Nick.
“Thank you.” Nick gratefully took it and drank the refreshing cool water.
“Vincent, perhaps you should take young Nicholas around and introduce him to everyone.” Constantine suggested while smiling encouragingly at Nick, “After all, it is his party and he should get to meet all his guests.”
“Yes, you are right my friend. I have dallied long enough and Nick is getting somewhat anxious. I will see you later Constantine.” Taking Nick’s hand he led him away into the waiting crowd.
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Watching from his hidden place in the alcove, the slate eyes watched closely as Vincent walked around introducing his beautiful young Fledgling to everyone. Closing his eyes, he smiled and waited, knowing that the young man would soon be his to possess.
TBC