Turn Of Events

Garet dared not refuse the Prince. As gracefully as possible, which was not much, he moved to kneel in front of the Prince, his head still bowed low. His hair covered his face and his eyes.
Blaine was so taken by surprise he had actually lost his balance and fell over onto his back. His eyes were wide open with shock and disbelief. "Wha...?" was all he managed to get out before his voice broke off. He laid there, too stunned to try and push Novus off. He could feel the blood rushing from his to Novus and, for some reason, it calmed him. He felt as though everything would be alright. The thought was quickly replaced by a fear that Novus might take too much. He would let him take as much as he could, however.

The Prince ran a hand over Garet's hair, then with sudden force grabbed Garet's hair in the back and forced Garet's face to turn upwards. The Prince's face was no more than five inches from Garet's, his completely red eyes with those catlike pupils staring deep into Garet's eyes, as if studying his soul. "How old are you, Garet...?" the Prince asked, his voice low and purring. He listened to Garet's heartbeat and his own quickened with anticipation.
Novus took from Blaine greedily. Still not quite concious, he had no idea what he was doing, and no plans of stopping. The power surged through his blood-starved body, and he gripped at Blaine with his now-sharp nails.

Garet forced himself to look the Prince in the eyes. "Younger than Blaine, my lord. I'm 826." He found it was very hard to speak with his airway and vocal cords snapped almost completely shut. Garet's heartbeat had quickened to nearly twice it's normal pace.
Blaine began to see little stars behind his eyes and decided that Novus had taken all that he was going to be able to get. Blaine used whatever strength he hand left to roll the both of them over and pin Novus to the ground. He knew it would be difficult, seeing as how Novus couldn't be in a normal state of mind right now. He pushed with all his might at Novus's shoulders, knowing the magic and healing properties in his blood would automatically seal the wound in his neck.

"Yes, yes, you've been around for a while, haven't you?" the Prince said, smiling as if amused. He ran the fingertips of his free hand over Garet's eyes, down his cheek and over his lips, then across his neck. Then he stood and took Garet with him, still holding onto the back of his hair. The Prince had immesurable strength. He dragged Garet through a door and into a room that was similar to the first, except this one had a concealed bed in the corner. The Prince let go of Garet, letting him drop to the floor. He studied him from where he stood, eyes strong with the sensuous glint of the incubus, and the lustrous stare of the vampire: the eyes of a Diabolizer.
"There," the Prince told Garet, gesturing at his resting place that was hidden behind heavy curtains. "Or, I can take you right here, on the floor. Your choice."
Novus groaned and hissed, struggling against Blaine's hold. He wanted [i]all[/i] of it. Novus squirmed and clawed at Blaine, but even his new strength was no match for Blaine's, even if Blaine was weak at the moment.
After a few minutes Novus gave up, his new, more lustrous blue eyes glancing around, then coming to rest on Blaine. So far, Novus was surviving the transformation, which was rare for incubi to do. However, he had not gone through the mortal death yet.
Novus blinked, then black tears mixed with red welled up in his eyes as the horrors of the past couple hours began to register in his mind.

Blaine held Novus to him for a while then picked him up, and, tears still falling from his eyes, carried Novus upstairs to a different room in his mansion to prepare for the long night ahead of them. He gently, lovingly, kissed Novus's tears in a vain attempt to calm him.

Novus clung to Blaine, the only raft in a large, stormy ocean. He shuddered, cold, wet, covered in his own blood, and still quite naked. "Blaine..." he cried, voice soft and full of fear. "What's going to happen to me??? I feel cold..." Novus said, eyes wide and begging for reasurrance. "Blaine! " Novus repeated, voice now panicked. He was on the edge of hysterics as the pain slowly began building up first in his stomach region, then began to spread throughout his body. The change and unnavoidable death were coming quick, because of the vast amount of powerful blood Novus had taken. And then, if he survived, even more would want him....as dead, and not as a food source. Diabolizers were a natural enemy to humans, demons, and vampires alike. Novus was becoming one, and the Prince would be sure to notice, for there weren't many Diabolizers that still lived in the world.

Blaine gently eased Novus into the bed. He climbed into the bed with him and held him close to his chest. "Shh... It's ok little one. Everything will be alright. I'm here. I won't leave you anymore..." Novus was still surviving so far, so it was likely he would make it through the night. He had no clue what would happen to himself if Novus died. He forced the very thought from his mind as it made him shudder uncomfortably. He just held Novus to him, bracing himself for the pain Novus would endure.

Novus took some comfort in Blaine's reassurrances. He whimpered and dug his nails into Blaine as sharp pain almost stopped his heart. Then waves of pain shot through him, causing him to writhe and scream in Blaine's hold. This only carried on for a couple minutes, before Novus quieted from exhaustion and numbness, and died. He would wake, fully tranformed, in approximately a half hour if he were to wake at all.

"Now Garet," the Prince said, no particular expression on his face to give any hint as to what he might be feeling. "This will go relatively quickly if you cooperate, yes...?" he asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. He kept his piercing, supernatural gaze locked on Garet, and waved a hand, temporarily banishing Garet's ability to see. Only a select few were ever allowed to see the Prince's body. "This is your punishment: I am going to take most of your lifeblood, and half your soul. The missing half will grow back with time, however, I am handing you over to Blaine in a couple of days," the Prince explained. Then the soft, almost inaudible sound of silk brushing against skin could be heard, as the Prince undressed himself.

Blaine curled himself around Novus as he felt the agony of death. ~... So this is what humans go through...~ He couldn't help himself. He cried. He knew Novus would never be the same after this. No one was ever the same after being turned. "I'll kill you Garet.... After I'm done, you'll wish your soul never came to be...." he muttered to no one in particular.
Garet began to panic. All he saw was black. ~Oh god.... Someone... Help me... Please....~ He tried to call out to other vampires, but his abilities were shrouded over by his fear of the prince. He tried to lay as still as possible, but he couldn't. He trembled out of fear, and was soon covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. He knew Blaine would probably do far worse to him than the Prince would. But, at the least, Blaine wouldn't take advantage of him. Blaine was utterly disgusted by the very sight of Garet. For what reason, no one quite knew. But Garet did. Garet was responsible for the brutal murder of Blaine's first love. Garet coordinated the attack on the beautiful human in order to try and bring Blaine back from the state of "human qualities" he had fallen into. And now the same thing happens over an incubus? A young male at that? It all seemed prepostreous to Garet. He had his motivations. But he failed to realize that attacking an incubus greatly disrupts the harmony between the incubus and vampire worlds. Garet had betrayed his kind.

"SShhhhhh..." the Prince whispered. "No one, especially god, is going to help you," the Prince told Garet, a bit of amusement lacing the edges of his smooth voice. He was now positioning himself over Garet, and laid a hand on Garet's trembling face. "Hmmm, you know what? I just had an idea..." the Prince said, snickering a little. "Wouldn't it be awful, after Blaine is done with you, for him to hand you over to his new Diabolizing pet to take your whole soul? You would never walk this Earth again," that smooth voice spoke now in Garet's ear. Then the Prince sank his fangs into Garet's pulse, planning to make him weak so he will resist less during the next round of punishment. The Prince drank deeply, taking only to just before the point that would render Garet unconcious.

Garet shuddered once, then quit moving. He no longer had the energy to move, but still didn't have the capabilities to form speech. He laid there silently, waiting for his punishment to come. He did manage to force one word out. "D-Diabolizer...?" He whispered in fear.

"Yes, just like myself. It is very rare to successfully turn an incubus or succubus, but if one is successful, that incubus will become a Diabolizer...one who feeds on souls and blood," the Prince explained. "That boy is being Turned now."

The Prince banished Garet's clothes. He pinned Garet'a shoulders with his hands, then lowered himself and pushed into him, making sure it hurt.
Novus was cold, pale, and his lips a fare shade of blue. It had been almost 20 minutes since he'd died. Then, slowly and quietly, the low sounds of his heart struggling to return to life could be heard.

Garet made painful grunting sounds. This did hurt quite a bit. It was his first time with a man. He hated the thought of being homosexual. Garet, stupidly(even though the Prince had already drank from him), threw his head back into the bed, exposing a large expanse of throat. This was torture to him of a most severe kind already.
Blaine, who had been crying from feeling helpless, jumped up on one elbow, and looked with new hope at Novus. He gently placed his hand over Novus's heart to feel the heartbeat coming back. He bent over and gently kissed Novus on the cheek. He bent even lower to nuzzle Novus and whisper in his ear, "Come back to me, little one. I hate the thought of parting with you... I love you, Novus...."

The Prince took the accidental invitation and sank his teeth into Garet's neck again. He only took a few mouthfuls, His nails dug into Garet's hip to hold him more steady.
After a couple more minutes, Novus's eyes fluttered open. Their blue color was enhanced with the luminoscity of a vampire's gaze. Novus had always been able to see well enough in the dark, but now, everything was so much clearer, so much brighter, so much more...beautiful.
"Blaine, do you think I am beautiful?" was the first thing out of Novus's mouth. He was not sure why he'd asked...it just felt right to ask. He wrapped his arms around Blaine, his touch now cold. His skin was alabastor and flawless. His white-blonde hair clean and soft.

Garet reacted on instinct and dipped his chin back down, towards his chest, causing the rest of his torso to curl up. He knew it was a bad mistake when he did it. He braced himself for the reprimand that was sure to come.
Blaine gasped at the beauty and the luminescence with which Novus radiated. "I feel you are very beautiful, little one." His skin looked so flawless and his hair so soft that he couldn't resist himself. He gently touched the new skin on Novus's neck and dragged his fingers up to thread Novus's hair in his fingers. He ran his fingers through to the back of Novus's head and gently pulled him in for a kiss.

The Prince quickly pinned Garet and growled. "You want more pain, don't you...?" the Prince asked softly, but menacingly.
Novus smiled and returned Blaine's kiss. His petite fangs nibbled at Blaine's lower lip but did not break the skin. "Blaine, Master Blaine...I love you too," Novus said, voice low and soft.

Garet shuddered and gasped. He tried hard to uncurl himself, but the fear within him was overwhelming. All he managed was a tiny jerking movement. He tried speaking, "I-... I-...." Apparently, that didn't work well either. Garet knew he was screwed now.
Blaine smiled softly at Novus and ran the backs of his fingers down Novus's face. "Just call me Blaine, little one. It makes me feel old when you call me master," He said, chuckling slightly.

The Prince promptly flipped Garet onto his stomach. "Didn't I say earlier that if you cooperate this will go a lot faster?? Or, is it that you simply think you don't have to heed what I say??" the Prince asked, mounting Garet again. He dug his sharp nails deep into Garet's hips, and bit down hard into Garet's shoulder.
Novus laughed a little. The sound rang like small bells. "Hey, I'm cold," Novus said, looking up at Blaine. "Come take a hot bath with me...? It would warm both of us."

Garet cried out in pain. He shut his eyes tight and balled his fists up in the blankets. He forced himself to take this punishment. But he refused to speak to the Prince.
Blaine blinked and then laughed as the words Novus spoke registered in his mind. He nodded, "Alright, sure." He sat up and looked at Novus, smiling softly before he got completely up. He walked into a bathroom, which was only a doorway away and started the bath for the both of them.

The Prince smiled wickedly, blood from Garet's shoulder staining his teeth. He delighted in Garet's pain. He rode him hard, now digging his nails into Garet's back. A growl resonated from deep within his chest and he bit down into the back of Garet's neck. He climaxed and tore half of Garet's soul away, consuming it.
Novus rose and followed Blaine, skin white and highlighted where stray shafts of moonlight hit it. "Blaine," Novus began, "Tomorrow night, won't you take me hunting with you?? I will be...very hungry,"Novus said, almost thoughtfully. It was as if there had been no terror, no pain. Novus was completely calm and soft-spoken. He walked with fluid grace as if he'd been turned years and years ago.
He sat on the edge of the bath, looking up at Blaine with his commanding eyes from under his long blonde eyelashes.

Garet roared out in pain. His skin burned and his muscles were on fire. The very heart of him felt like it was being ripped out of him. He shivered from the sheer pain of it all. He whimpered as well.
Blaine felt a few moments fear. ~What has he become? ... Will he stay like this?~ His current attitude was surprising to him. After Blaine had been turned, he was scared out of his mind. He just ran and ran, trying to put distance between himself and himself. He had tried to run from the vampire he had become. He knew that Novus had possibly picked up on this emotion and quickly tried to hide it. "Of course you can come with me little one... However, I doubt the Prince would allow Garet to escape punishment from me for what he did to you. We may have a feast sooner than you think."

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~Hmm.... What surprises lay ahead in the next chapter...??? *cackles evilly*