Persecutions of the worst kind

Chapter 3: Secrets revealed

Dante’s POV


I hadn’t believed that it would have so soon and frankly I hadn’t known what had set off this occurrence at its current time but it was marvelous. I stepped back inside Michel’s room with such delight. There was much that I had known about Michel even more than he knew himself. I had known that Michel in fact was not human at all. He was much more than that and now something had set off the spell that had been placed upon him. It was removing itself after I had believed that I would have had to do it on my own.

“Michel you little scoundrel. What a strange thing,” I say, standing at his bedside. His body seemed to have been on fire when in fact the spell had been burning off almost like liquid. It seeped down his skin causing it to whiten until pale and his hair changed from its beautiful red color to a sort of midnight black even more elegant than previously that pooled down and onto the bed below his shoulders. His eyes lashes extended and ears slightly pointed at the ends. He was more beautiful than any other human I had ever seen before. He was extremely rare.

Like Michel I had known that he wasn’t human at all. Doing a little research of my own I had discovered that his real parents were in fact deceased and replaced with the neglectful parents I had the honor of not seeing. With a little more extensive research I had also discovered that Michel’s mother had placed a spell on him to make him look human and prevent others such as myself from discovering his true identity and capturing him. His mother knew the danger he would be in and disguised him with the last of her magic and as her final effort to protect her child before she passed away. Unlike others I had not wanted to sell Michel into slavery but take him in as my own because you see Michel was a male nymph and the last of his kind. From the time that he had been born scientist couldn’t understand how such a thing could happen between a Fairy and a vampire species. I was lucky enough to have found him when I did.

After so long the spell had worked and Michel was able to lead a normal life and go to a normal school like the other children. He had been accepted as one of the Human species, living with them, eating their food and even making human friends. Now Michel would live amongst the mystical beings such as myself along with warlocks, witches, fairies, sprites, dwarves, elves and ogres etc. along with a few mixed species. His life would be forever changed.

Humans hadn’t been the only living beings on earth though they believed so for so long. The creatures such as myself learned to live with humans and adjust to their ways of life. Others who didn’t believe that we should live with humans went off to live in small towns at the far ends of the earth where no humans could travel. Though a lot of humans had known about us and lived with us a lot of them also did not. The ones who didn’t usually lived in big cities and towns away from the rest of us such as my beautiful. He had lived in a small city that I learned to love and I believe that it is how I had met him. I had come back to visit and he had caught my eye even before my old home did.

We were back in my territory now. In Michel’s current state he would be more comfortable living around creatures such as myself. Though when he awoke I was sure that he would be quite astonished by it all it was best to keep him with me here until he learned to cope with his new look and abilities.

“You are now Michelangelo my sweet,” I say, kneeling down to nuzzle his rosy cheek. His body seemed to tense even as he slept. Not many people called him by his real name but now in his current state I found it more appropriate to call him by his entire name at the moment.

Time seemed to glide by with such ease. It was almost morning by the time I was able to get some decent sleep. It hadn’t been usual for me to sleep at night but I hadn’t had much time for sleep or rest. Michel’s predicament kept me awake for more than 48 hours by this time but now that he was mine I could sleep peacefully now that my mind was at ease.
Just like Michel I had lived amongst humans for quite a while until the day I was turned. It had been a cold night in the middle of winter and I had been waiting for a taxi to get home. I remember it was 5 o clock that afternoon when I was abducted. I had been 15 at the time and my dear mother was sick from the flu so I had been traveling on my own for those past few days.

I remember being seized by a group of vampires and they each took turns slapping me around ravaging and drinking my blood. Unlike others I hadn’t been born a vampire but I had grown to be one of the most powerful of my kind. After the incident my mother had passed and I wandered the streets every night in search of food and shelter. Though I hate to reminisce on such things I had killed many for my personal needs and harmed many others. Something I wished I could take back.

My climb to power had much to do with the people I encountered everyday and a few friends that I had grown to love and cherish. I felt that it was my duty to protect them and so I did everything I could to become stronger and wiser.

My life hadn’t been the easiest but I learned to love again and trust others. I would teach Michel to do the same.

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When night had finally turned to day I awoke from my peaceful slumber. Slipping a silk scarlet robe onto my shoulders I proceeded to check on Michel after all that had gone on previously. I wasn’t surprised to find him awake and alert.

“What did you do to me? WHAT DID YOU DO!” He nearly screamed, fist clenched so tightly. I wasn’t surprised by much of his anger but in the back of my mind believed that he somehow would be happy to see the real Michel.

“I didn’t do anything Michel. Your body did this on its own,” I say, softly shutting the door behind myself. He nearly growls at me so furiously almost like a caged animal.

“You did this…this isn’t me! This isn’t me at all! What’s happening?!” He says out of fright and anger. The tears begin cascade down his rosy cheeks causing his eyes to glisten and glass over beautifully. I want so much to grab his frightened form and tell him that every thing will be okay but I know how hard it must be for him to discover his true self.

“Michel I need you to calm down. I can explain everything to you but only if you stop straining yourself. I don’t want you to harm yourself,” I say, placing my hand on his damp forehead. He withdraws from my comforting touch.

“What’s going on? Tell me! I knew that I wasn’t human but this…this is too much,” he says calmer this time.

“This is the real you Michel. This is who you are. Before your mother passed she placed a spell on you in order for you to look human and therefore protect you from harm. This is you Michel and finally you can be your true self,” I say, staring deep into his frightened orbs. He lowers his head almost as if ashamed by the still undergoing change.

“What do I do now? I am no longer human,” He says almost inaudibly.

“You shall live here with me where you can be safe,” I say, leaning over to undo his binds.

“No you will take me back to my home! Take me back now. I don’t care about this new body I just want my old life back,” He says, jerking away from me.

“ You have no choice in the matter unfortunately Michel and there is nothing that you can say to sway that.” I loosen his binds until he is able to wiggle his way out of them all the while giving him the opportunity to dash away from me as a futile attempt to escape. “ Michel there isn’t any point in trying to escape from me. You’ll just make me angrier and tire yourself out my sweet.”

“Then so be it,” Was all he said. He grabbed at the doorknob and tried his best to open it. With a flick of my wrist he went flying back onto the bed where I restrained him from any further attempts at freedom. He kicked and screamed angrily, ferociously at times.

I apprehended both his wrists and pinned them above his head all the while using my legs to prevent his own from flailing around haphazardly. I could feel my erection growing he self-consciously grinded against me in slow agonizing motions as he tried to pull away from me. It was of no use. He was much too weak.

“Michel it is of no use to continue with this battle. You’ll end up hurting yourself in the process,” I say, holding him steady in my grasps. He arches his back in an attempt to knee me and he almost succeeds in making contact with my throbbing organ. That was the final straw.

“You will cease this instant Michel!” I admonished, using my free hand to land a swift slap to his left cheek. He immediately stopped struggling both shocked and hurt.

“I hate you!” He screams, sobbing quietly. I turn his head so that he is looking directly into my eyes.

“Never hurt your master Michel. Never and though you say you hate me I love you and you will learn to love me even if it takes me hurting you even more,” I say, sternly laying still atop him. He turns away from me.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He says quietly, in such a gentle voice that it almost breaks my heart to hear.

“Because I want you so badly Michel. Because I love you and need you. Because I want to protect you and keep you safe from harm. You are mine Michel and that will never change. Its best to just contend with all this my sweet,” I whisper into his ear. He shivers under my cold breath. The urge to take him now is so strong that it almost takes all that I have to control myself and to keep myself from ripping his clothes from his body and ravaging him like I want so much to do right now. His body so small under mine. So innocent, almost like and angel waiting to be touched., waiting to be kissed. I imagine him moaning my name in ecstasy as I take him hard and long but my little escapade from reality quickly ends when I hear a knock at the door. I release him.

“Who is it?” I ask through the door. Nguyen answers.

“Breakfast is prepared and waiting master Dante,” he says. I had forgotten all about indulging myself in breakfast because certain disturbances.

“Thank you Nguyen we will be right down,” I say, turning to Michel. He is facing the wall and still crying softly. “It’s time to get cleaned up,”

He doesn’t move an inch only slightly to sniffle or wipe away a stray tear. I lift him into my arms without much of a fight from him and carry him away into the bathroom to clean him up. We have a long day ahead of us.