Valley of the Kept
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Lingering Presence
Wow. I didn’t expect to have so many hits. Thank you very much for those that rated, stopped by to read, and left a review. I’ve been away too long and now, the next installment of this story! Hopefully, this chapter will make up for my long absence, even though it's not long. The next chapter will probably be posted in the next couple of days. All response and discussions to this story is at this discussion thread: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=13810. Again, read, review, and enjoy!
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It was morning, if you could call it that, but it was morning none the less. A cloudy morning with the morning rain was not unusual anymore. Marion slowly woke up from his empty and void sleep. There were no dreams other than the memories of his last days here. Master sat by his side as he pushed himself off the cot he laid on.
“Morning, Master.”
Master turned his head around and looked at Marion. After the dream, the boy had fallen back asleep and Master’s restlessness became unbearable. While the boy slept, he had crept out into the fallen city and explored the remains. He felt no life force of any living being and he felt nothing from the missing vampires that were sent to scout this city for any remaining human. But there was something. A presence lingered in various places around the city. He and Marion had best to take care of what business it was that was left here before it was too late.
Turning away from Marion, Master sighed and got up to his full height.
“We must hurry, Marion. Time is of the essence.”
Marion, silent as he was, picked up his cloak from the cot, shook it, and fastened it around his neck. He brushed the dust from his pants and threaded his fingers into his hair as he brushed them away from his eyes.
“I’m ready, Master,” Marion stated as he turned and started walking.
Master sighed and began to follow Marion.
“I’ve checked the area,” Master started off as he came to walk beside Marion. “There’s a lingering presence here and it’s not vampire or human.”
Marion didn’t show any signs of having heard Master and Master kept it to himself as he continued with his report.
“I don’t know why the Council has sent us if it’s not to bring in humans to the herd.”
Master had checked those places that had a lingering presence and he didn’t comment when Marion had come to the first and closest one to where they had taken the night before to rest.
Hesitantly, Master continued. “And since I can’t detect any presence of the vampires sent here I’m skeptical as to-”
“Magic.”
Well, that was new.
“What do you mean, magic, Marion?”
Marion came to a stop at where the fourth location of the lingering presence is and quickly that presence vanished as if it wasn’t there to begin with. Master looked at Marion and looked back at the progress that they’ve made. In his musing, Master had missed the quick loss of the lingering presence upon his and Marion’s arrival to each location. Again, he was losing his touch. This isn’t something that Master loses. The disappearance of those presences didn’t help with each of Marion’s approach. Something is wrong and out of place. And he’d better find out soon.
“I must,” Marion said as he pointed north east from where they were standing.
Master noticed that it was an “I” instead of a “We”.
“Shit!”
Master knew now that they weren’t sent here to find humans or the whereabouts of the missing vampires. There weren’t any to begin with and Marion had known. Had known when they were given the assignment.
“Marion!” He barked, “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew from the beginning? Had I known, I wouldn’t have let us come here!”
For the first time since Master met the boy, the boy’s expression changed. There was sadness, defeat, and tiredness etched in his features and he looked older than the young years of his unexpressive cold demeanor that he had always worn. Marion turned his face to look at Master and shook his head. He wasn’t going to answer. And he was going no matter what.
“Damn it all,” Master exclaimed. “Fine, I don’t have to like. I know.”
There came silence after Master had said that and the two followed the open path that would lead them to the last point of the lingering presence.
And Master knew. Marion knew that he knew. His memories were beginning to come together. The pieces of his puzzled mind were starting to put the pictures and memories together.
When they had arrived at the first lingering presence, the memory that Marion left behind there came back. That place used to be a huge 10 story apartment. The trees that were placed along the sidewalk of this block were 15 feet high and their branches stretched out wide to give shade to the people that sat on the benches beneath it for a short rest. Vehicles were parked on both sides of the street and people were busying coming and going. This was where he had run to. Marion found some way into one of the homes and changed the sodden clothes that he was dressed up in. Then he came out the front door instead of sneaking out from one of the windows. You get caught sneaking instead of blatantly coming from the front entrance. It was from here that he left the city in all of its glory.
The second lingering presence was at a place that used to be a rich mansion. Marion was brought into the home of a young man and his friends. They had their girlfriends with them and when they had found him on the streets, they wanted to play a game. He was pushed into the shower and cleaned before the women had dressed him in a frilly dress and painted his face with cosmetics. Then Marion was chased around the house by both the men and women. Each time he was caught by someone he was violated and released again for another chase. When he fought the women, the men held him down as the person who found him first took pleasure from his body. There were no rooms to hide in and no windows to escape from. All the doors were locked and the windows barred from the outside. They did miss one door and that room was the only one that didn’t have barred windows. He had luckily escaped his captors.
The third lingering presence was left at what used to be market. People of various races put up stalls and sold various things from imported clothing, rich fabrics, to fresh fruits and vegetables. The crowd that came and explored the market was thick enough for Marion to grab what clothes that he could steal from the racks without anyone catching him. Then he had gone and changed out of his soiled and blood soaked clothes.
The fourth lingering presence was left at dark and dinky alley way. With the smell of the poor and abandoned, Marion was grabbed from the streets in broad day light by a gruff and overweight man. The man stunk of old booze and drug eaten tooth when leered at Marion. While Marion was brought to his knees, his screams of pain and anguish was muffled by one of the man’s hands as he tore into Marion’s body. Anyone that passed by didn’t spend too much time looking into the depths of the alley, busy and worried about their own lives to look beyond the shadows to see the boy violated by a man. The man left him there, passed out and bleeding with the man’s essence seeping from between Marion’s legs.
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It was morning, if you could call it that, but it was morning none the less. A cloudy morning with the morning rain was not unusual anymore. Marion slowly woke up from his empty and void sleep. There were no dreams other than the memories of his last days here. Master sat by his side as he pushed himself off the cot he laid on.
“Morning, Master.”
Master turned his head around and looked at Marion. After the dream, the boy had fallen back asleep and Master’s restlessness became unbearable. While the boy slept, he had crept out into the fallen city and explored the remains. He felt no life force of any living being and he felt nothing from the missing vampires that were sent to scout this city for any remaining human. But there was something. A presence lingered in various places around the city. He and Marion had best to take care of what business it was that was left here before it was too late.
Turning away from Marion, Master sighed and got up to his full height.
“We must hurry, Marion. Time is of the essence.”
Marion, silent as he was, picked up his cloak from the cot, shook it, and fastened it around his neck. He brushed the dust from his pants and threaded his fingers into his hair as he brushed them away from his eyes.
“I’m ready, Master,” Marion stated as he turned and started walking.
Master sighed and began to follow Marion.
“I’ve checked the area,” Master started off as he came to walk beside Marion. “There’s a lingering presence here and it’s not vampire or human.”
Marion didn’t show any signs of having heard Master and Master kept it to himself as he continued with his report.
“I don’t know why the Council has sent us if it’s not to bring in humans to the herd.”
Master had checked those places that had a lingering presence and he didn’t comment when Marion had come to the first and closest one to where they had taken the night before to rest.
Hesitantly, Master continued. “And since I can’t detect any presence of the vampires sent here I’m skeptical as to-”
“Magic.”
Well, that was new.
“What do you mean, magic, Marion?”
Marion came to a stop at where the fourth location of the lingering presence is and quickly that presence vanished as if it wasn’t there to begin with. Master looked at Marion and looked back at the progress that they’ve made. In his musing, Master had missed the quick loss of the lingering presence upon his and Marion’s arrival to each location. Again, he was losing his touch. This isn’t something that Master loses. The disappearance of those presences didn’t help with each of Marion’s approach. Something is wrong and out of place. And he’d better find out soon.
“I must,” Marion said as he pointed north east from where they were standing.
Master noticed that it was an “I” instead of a “We”.
“Shit!”
Master knew now that they weren’t sent here to find humans or the whereabouts of the missing vampires. There weren’t any to begin with and Marion had known. Had known when they were given the assignment.
“Marion!” He barked, “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew from the beginning? Had I known, I wouldn’t have let us come here!”
For the first time since Master met the boy, the boy’s expression changed. There was sadness, defeat, and tiredness etched in his features and he looked older than the young years of his unexpressive cold demeanor that he had always worn. Marion turned his face to look at Master and shook his head. He wasn’t going to answer. And he was going no matter what.
“Damn it all,” Master exclaimed. “Fine, I don’t have to like. I know.”
There came silence after Master had said that and the two followed the open path that would lead them to the last point of the lingering presence.
And Master knew. Marion knew that he knew. His memories were beginning to come together. The pieces of his puzzled mind were starting to put the pictures and memories together.
When they had arrived at the first lingering presence, the memory that Marion left behind there came back. That place used to be a huge 10 story apartment. The trees that were placed along the sidewalk of this block were 15 feet high and their branches stretched out wide to give shade to the people that sat on the benches beneath it for a short rest. Vehicles were parked on both sides of the street and people were busying coming and going. This was where he had run to. Marion found some way into one of the homes and changed the sodden clothes that he was dressed up in. Then he came out the front door instead of sneaking out from one of the windows. You get caught sneaking instead of blatantly coming from the front entrance. It was from here that he left the city in all of its glory.
The second lingering presence was at a place that used to be a rich mansion. Marion was brought into the home of a young man and his friends. They had their girlfriends with them and when they had found him on the streets, they wanted to play a game. He was pushed into the shower and cleaned before the women had dressed him in a frilly dress and painted his face with cosmetics. Then Marion was chased around the house by both the men and women. Each time he was caught by someone he was violated and released again for another chase. When he fought the women, the men held him down as the person who found him first took pleasure from his body. There were no rooms to hide in and no windows to escape from. All the doors were locked and the windows barred from the outside. They did miss one door and that room was the only one that didn’t have barred windows. He had luckily escaped his captors.
The third lingering presence was left at what used to be market. People of various races put up stalls and sold various things from imported clothing, rich fabrics, to fresh fruits and vegetables. The crowd that came and explored the market was thick enough for Marion to grab what clothes that he could steal from the racks without anyone catching him. Then he had gone and changed out of his soiled and blood soaked clothes.
The fourth lingering presence was left at dark and dinky alley way. With the smell of the poor and abandoned, Marion was grabbed from the streets in broad day light by a gruff and overweight man. The man stunk of old booze and drug eaten tooth when leered at Marion. While Marion was brought to his knees, his screams of pain and anguish was muffled by one of the man’s hands as he tore into Marion’s body. Anyone that passed by didn’t spend too much time looking into the depths of the alley, busy and worried about their own lives to look beyond the shadows to see the boy violated by a man. The man left him there, passed out and bleeding with the man’s essence seeping from between Marion’s legs.