Lavender Blues

“I was the bastard son of an Spanish aristocrat, living in Italy for the summer. My mother was a beautiful young, Italian servant in his summer household named Tatiana Morretti. His wandering eye fell on her, and while she resisted him for a short time, finally, one night she gave into his whims and began a secret affair with him. After some months, my mother fell pregnant. It was a great shame to my father and he cast her out of his house without a second thought for either myself or my mother.



Eventually my mother made her way to Spain. Although technically I was a member of Spanish aristocracy, after all my father was a Duke, my mother knew that I would be shunned as I was only a ‘half breed’, so she told no one of my heritage except for me. The journey was not good to her and she arrived exhausted in the city of Vigo. From her, she slowly made her way, relying largely on the kindness of strangers, to León. She tried to make contact with the Duke again but he denied all knowledge of her existence. Finally, an elderly couple that ran a small inn took her in, exchanging food and bedding for work in the kitchens. Eventually this constant hardship and work took its toll on her and she fell ill. She could not work any longer so the couple asked her to leave. Now pregnant and living on the streets, her sickness turned into pneumonia and shortly after she gave birth to me she died. ¨



At this point Gabriel turned to look at Marie. She sat staring at him, her full bottom lip trembling as she thought of a mother never seeing her son grow into a young man and of a tiny baby abandoned to the world. Staring into her eyes, full of unshed tears Gabriel continued to relate his story.



¨I was found, curled up against her cold, dead body, screaming and mewling. I was taken to a nearby orphanage where a wealthy family who were sadly unable to have children eventually adopted me. They gave me the name of Santiago and I grew up wealthy and happy, going to the best schools, attending the right functions and making acquaintance with the cream of society.



However, my ´father´ soon realised I was not the son he wanted me to be. Instead of a docile young boy he could mould into a younger version of himself, he got a headstrong little monster that would rather be out riding his horse than inside with his tutor, learning obscure facts about trading routes and exporting goods. One day when I was sixteen, in a fit of rage he let slip that I was nothing but ´the bastard son of a peasant whore´. The next night I left the house with all the money I could find and my fathers prize stallion, Bella Meurte. Bella Meurte and I travelled, stopping only when completely necessary until we reached Madrid.



In Madrid I fell in with a gang. We would rob and murder anyone who crossed our path, each of us becoming quite rich. After five years, I challenged our leader for the gang and won. As far as I was concerned this would be my life, stealing and killing when needed, and fighting off the whelps that thought that they best me. And then one day, we attacked the wrong person. Her name was Mirabelle and we thought she would be an easy kill, rich and beautiful she should have been no threat against us. But we did not realise that she was something else, something unnatural. The next thing I knew, I had awoken chained and naked in a basement, dripping with blood.



Mirabelle was beautiful, beautiful but cruel. She tortured me for days, telling me that she was teaching me a lesson for attempting to take advantage of someone weaker than myself. By the end of it, I was barely alive, cuts and whip marks marring my skin, half starved and little more than an animal.”



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(flashback)



¨This is what you get Santiago, for stealing. ¨



Mirabelle laughed as Santiago screamed as the whip hit his skin again, breaking open a half healed wound so blood began to slowly drip down his chest once more. This had been going on for days. At first he had refused to scream, but then he learned that this meant she would simply continue hurting him until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. She let a smile curl her Harpies lips as she took a step closer and delicately sniffed him.



¨Oh dear Santiago, you do smell a bit I’m afraid. I suppose I will have to wash you down again.”



He let out a weak groan, it was all he could manage. He fluttered in and out of consciousness as Mirabelle scrubbed his skin with a hard sponge soaked in vinegar and salt. This was what she called washing, scrubbing his wounds with a mixture ensured to create as much pain as possible. She giggled as he began to whimper softly in pain, hoping for death and wondering what he had done to deserve this.



(end flashback)

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“I was so close to death I could almost taste it on my fingertips. I welcomed the feeling, knowing that hell could not be any worse than this monster disguised as a woman. And then one day Mirabelle told me I had proved myself worthy. I did not understand what she meant until much, much later, but in any case I was thankful. I had hopes this meant she would release me, but alas it was not so. From one of the wounds on my chest she had so lovingly created, she began to drink. I was horrified and began to struggle, not knowing what she was, only understanding that it was unnatural. When she had taken some – she did not have to take much for she had been draining me via my wounds for days – she gave me a cup of dark red liquid and forced me to drink.



I awoke a month later. Mirabelle was lying next to me on a warm bed, lovingly running her hands over my cold flesh. She told me that she had almost begun to think that the change would never take place and then asked if I was hungry. I told her I was and then, acting on instinct, grabbed her by the neck and drained the puta dry. Covered in her blood, I made my way out of the house, draining anyone who got in my way. I lived this way, an unholy monster, for many years until one day I realised what I had become. I sent myself to the ground for years, not waking until the late 1960’s.



By this time, the world had changed. I believed myself to be one of the only one of my kind left. I searched the world; the ancient and the new countries, looking for anyone like myself. I found none, and until a few years ago I was certain I was the only one left at all. So I gave myself the new name of Gabriel, enjoying the irony of naming myself after the angel, and set about building my wealth and a new life for myself. And then little one, I found you.”



“W-what do you mean you found me? What do I have to do with this?”



Marie had stared horrified at Gabriel throughout his story. The fact that he could relate a story as terrible and terrifying as that with such a blasé manner frightened her beyond belief. He had just told her that he had killed throughout his life, what was stopping him from killing her where she stood?



“You my lovely are my mate, the light to my darkness, my saviour from hell. And I in turn am your mate, the first and only man to touch you, your possessor and protector”



“I’m not your anything! I’m a teenage and you’re over three hundred years old! Get away from me!”



Marie ran to the door, blindly pulling on it. Gabriel let out a sigh as he held it shut telepathically, knowing he would not be able to let her leave until she had accepted that she was his and could not escape that. She sunk down against the door, realising that it wasn’t going to open for her. Everything else in the house seemed to fall to Gabriel’s every whim, why not the door as well? They sat in silence for almost an hour, Gabriel understanding that she was busy thinking, trying to process everything that he had just told her. Finally she stood up and with a deep breath walked over to Gabriel.



“Let me see.”



“Let you see what little one?”



“Your f-fangs.”



There was a slight falter in Marie’s voice as she said this, but she stayed steady where she was: knowing that she had to see them before she would be able to properly believe what he had told her. Gabriel turned his head away from hers and when he faced her again his mouth was open to reveal two delicate translucent points and his eyes had turned a fiery red, as though they were swimming with blood. Marie reaches a finger out to touch one of his fangs and jumped when it pierced her skin.



“Careful, they’re sharp.”



“Thank you captain obvious”



“May I?”



Marie shut her eyes and nodded her head, holding out her finger, welling with a ruby drop of blood. Gabriel slipped the digit into his mouth and softly sucked on it, sliding his tongue over the tiny cut. He let the finger slip from his mouth and then let out a moan as he turned his head upwards to look at Marie. She stood with her eyes hooded, and lips red and trembling, as if silently begging to be kissed. Silently, Gabriel took her hand and pulled her towards him, leaning up to kiss her.



Marie accepted the kiss eagerly; it was undeniable that as fearful as she was of him, she wanted him almost as badly. Their lips locked and Gabriel thrust his tongue into her mouth softly, mirroring a much less innocent act. Pressing their bodies together as they continued to passionately kiss, neither one noticed when Marie started to softly whimper with need. Pulling away from her, Gabriel looked into her eyes, asking a silent question and waiting until she nodded a small yes before taking her tiny hand in his large one and leading her over to the bed.



Gabriel sat on the plush bed and pulled Marie between his legs. She looked down at him with wide and silent eyes, somehow knowing that after this there would be no turning back. He lifted his hand and threaded it through her thick cloud of hair. They stood like this, looking into each others eyes without moving for what seemed like an eternity. Marie slowly realised that Gabriel was waiting for her to make the first move. He had taken the first step in every encounter so far, now he was waiting for her to do the same. Carefully she took a step back, out of his grasp and put a finger to her lips when he tried to protest making a small ‘sssshing’ noise.



It started with a roll of her hips. Then another. Soon her whole body was slowly and sensually undulating to an invisible beat only she could hear. Next her hands raised, skimming over the curves of her hips, the soft of her stomach and over the lush swell of her breasts. She cupped them and gave the pair a slight squeeze, lifting them as if an offer to Gabriel, the silent voyeur on the bed. She slid off first one shoulder and then the next of the soft cardigan she wore, letting it slip onto the ground behind her as she continued her sensual dance. Next came her dress. She undid the tie and pushed it down along her body, stepping out of it as it puddled around her on the floor. The slight tremble in her hands as she did so the only thing betraying her façade of cool composure. The flicker of the flames burning hot in the fireplace across the room whispered across her skin in partner to her dance.



She reached behind her back, fumbling for the clasp on her flimsy lace bra. The action caused her breasts to thrust up and out to meet with Gabriel’s unwavering stare. Sliding it off of her arms, she threw it so it landed on Gabriel’s head. Marie let out a giggle at the sight of Gabriel with a bra on his head, breaking the tension and making her forget she was standing before him in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties. However, once she looked down she became all too aware of it, and began to loose her nerve and question herself. What was she doing here? She wondered to herself. How had she gone from being scared, hiding in the corner of the room to standing almost naked in front of him?



Gabriel reached out and clasped his hand in hers and pulled her forward. She stumbled and fell heavily against him so they both landed tumbled on the plush bed. They rolled together across the bed and finally landed with Marie pressed underneath Gabriel’s thick weight. He lifted himself up off of her chest so she could breath and propped himself up on his elbows. Marie bit her lip as she looked up at him and smiled. She didn’t know how she had ended up here, but it felt so deliciously right she didn’t care. Wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him once more, she felt his hand slip down her body until it tickled the edge of her panties. One finger slid under the lace and teased the skin under it.



Allowing himself a few brief seconds to revel in the sensation of finally having her in his bed, finally touching her the way he had been waiting to, Gabriel pulled back off of her breathing heavily. He quickly shucked himself of his pants so he was left with nothing to conceal his thick erection Marie couldn’t help but stare, she didn’t have much experience but she knew that Gabriel was much bigger than the average male. Of course, nothing about Gabriel was ‘average’, so exactly why she was shocked she wasn’t sure. He lay back down, nudging her thighs open so he could lie between them and slowly bit down on a distended nipple. He knew she was almost ready for him, she was whimpering and keening like a kitten whenever he touched her and her body was arching hard against his. Gabriel rolled his hips hard against her, a parody of what he really wanted to do to her.



Finally, he slipped into her. Marie let out a gasp as he began to thrust in and out of her, thick and fast. They rocked against each other and soon, to soon, Gabriel felt a familiar tightening that meant he was close to coming. He slipped a finger between there bodies to bring Marie to the same finish. Her world shattered and she let out a scream. At the same time Gabriel shuddered his release and poured himself into her. They were both panting as He slipped out of her once more and wrapped his body around her. He was almost asleep when he heard her murmur;



“Gabriel… I want to go home.”





AN: Yes, it's short. Sorry but the next chapter will be longer I promise :)