Jaden

Hello everyone, as promised I didn\'t keep you waiting for too long this time. It\'s a short one but at least you have something to hold you over until the next chapter which I am working very hard at. I know you want Jaden, Marcus, Adrian and Victor re-united and I promise it is coming soon. I promise it won\'t be long, I think one more chapter and then I can get down with the sexilicous fun. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this chapter. Until next time, read, have fun and please drop me a line or two? Let me hear from you, thank you.



Chapter 47



Bedtime Stories



Jaden liked the cave dwellings hidden underneath the hotel; it was just like the penthouse minus the beautiful balcony from which he could admire the beautiful city of Paris. He especially loved the Eiffel Tower a striking contrast all lit up against the night with bright stars like diamonds in the sky.



He had a couple of hours left before sunrise and then he would be forced into a deep sleep, for now he lay in the middle of the bed contemplating his life and recent events. The room was beautiful considering it was indeed a cave.



Just like home it was made comfortable and welcoming, he lay on a fourteen inch mattress thick and soft. Luxurious silken sheets and comforter, the pillows like heavenly clouds oh yes he signed, it was just like being at home.



He thought about his life, where he had been and where he is now. He hated the life he had, his mother and God only knows who his father could be. Not that he ever cared, according to his mother as soon as he found out she was pregnant, well nothing new there.



Considering the kind of mother he had maybe he couldn’t blame him for leaving, but he could at least make sure that Jaden was safe and in better care. That much he blamed his father for, his mother was a bad seed, and his father had to know that. So he should have at least done one thing right.



Perhaps Jaden mused to himself, if he were adopted by loving parents that his life could have been better. He would have a happy childhood, brothers and sisters a family who would love him and care for him.



Only to be rejected because he is gay.



Jaden frowned, “Holy crap man, I’m such a buzz kill.”



He dismissed that last thought and decided to think of other things, if his life did take that turn then he would never have met Lizzie, or Marcus and his brothers. In this new life yes he lost Lizzie, but he also gained new friends and family. Already he adored Alarica, and he loved Helene. In a way they were like Lizzie, loving and funny, caring and devoted to family.



Knowing those two ladies has somehow helped to heal his aching heart for Lizzie; he missed her terribly and wished he could share this new life with her. How beautiful she would have been dressed in the finest clothes money can buy.



To sleep in a bed like this one and her belly full, to never know hunger. He would have her reunited with her mother and protect them both; he would make sure that they would never want for anything and watch over them until death. And if they wanted immortality he would beg the council to bless his request and give it to them.



But Jaden was grateful for the time he did have with Lizzie, and he was even more grateful for Marcus. Years ago Jaden accepted that he would die at an early age, considering the risks he has taken. Now he would do anything to stay alive as long as he has Marcus with him.



God he loved that man, and he missed being with him. Jaden smiled thinking how Marcus would react once he got his hands on his man. He hugged himself as he thought of what he was going to do and his smile reached his ears.



He sat up and tightened his robe, he brushed back his hair and wished Marcus was here to brush it as he did every evening before he would sleep. Jaden enjoyed their routine, taking a bath together, making love, cuddling in bed and making love, talking, making love….



Being royally pampered like a prince and making love…………..



“Argh, I live a vicious life.” He whispered and giggled to himself.



He looked around the splendid room richly decorated in country french, so warm and inviting. Oh yes he agreed he certainly has come a long way.



There was a light tap on the door and Adrian poked his head in the room.



“Good evening lovely, may I come in?”



And here is another reason why he loved his new life; he now has family, brothers whom he loved more than anything in the world. He has everything he could ever want all because Marcus loves him, because of his Marcus he has a new lease on life.



Adrian could be down the hall and he would miss him, he loved being in the company of his new brothers, Victor and Adrian together was perfect, they made sense and are just so adorable as a couple. He loved them as much as he loved Marcus and he was always happy to see his brother.



“Yeah come right in.” Jaden answered and patted the bed for his brother to sit with him.



Adrian smiled and joined his brother on the bed; he slipped off his bunny slippers and pushed his legs underneath him. Inside his pocket he took out a hair brush.



“If I brush your hair will you brush mine?” he asked



Jaden laughed and hugged Adrian, “You got yourself a deal!” and then he turned around as Adrian began brushing his hair.



“I guess we’re both missing our mates aren’t we Adrian.”



“Yes lovely, Victor would brush my hair every evening.” Jaden smiled and said that the brothers are definitely twins since both enjoy brushing their hair. When Adrian finished he switched places with Jaden.



Adrian sighed as the brush smoothly massaged his scalp and easily left his hair shinny and soft.



“Wow Adrian you really have long hair.”



Adrian smiled and closed his eyes enjoying the moment, “Victor loves my hair long, sometimes I wish the brothers did not cut their hair. Although I have to admit it is a very flattering style for them.”



Jaden stopped in mid brush, “What? You mean Marcus’s hair is not really like that, how long is it really?”



Adrian turned around and looked at the brush; Jaden got the message, he rolled his eyes and went back to brushing his long hair.



“Ok tell me, how long is his hair?”



Adrian let out a small chuckle, “It is longer than yours, just past their shoulders. If they do nothing, within a few weeks their hair grows back to its original length.”



Jaden frowned, “Damn, all that beautiful hair I could have played with and he cuts it. I thought all Greek warriors kept their hair short?”



“Not all warriors had short hair, many were long and braided.” Adrian answered.



It took Jaden a little longer to brush Adrian’s hair, when he finished Adrian gave him a ribbon so that he can tie it in a loose ponytail. While he worked he noticed that Adrian was quiet and seemed to be lost in his own world.



He put the brush on the night stand and sat next to Adrian, nudging his brother with his shoulder to get his attention back.



“Earth to Adrian, are you there?”



Adrian’s eyes slowly blinked, he smiled and turned to face Jaden crossing his legs in front and resting his arms on his thighs. Jaden could see that his older brother looked worried and sad. He mimicked Adrian’s posture and reached out to take his hands.



“Hey, are you ok? You look like you lost your best friend.”



Adrian squeezed his hands and leaned back on the bed, “I am fine lovely, it is only that…..” he signed sadly sitting back up and folded his hands together, he clearly felt uneasy.



“Look, I don’t mean to pry, if it’s private I’ll mind my own business.” He dipped his head forward looking up into Adrian’s eyes with a smile on his lips. “Of course if it’s about sex, then cough it up I wanna know everything.”



Jaden’s humor made Adrian laugh softly. “Oh Jaden I am so happy Marcus found you, you are perfect for each other. Victor and I could not be anymore happier for the both of you and we love you very much.”



Jaden pretended to blush and gave Adrian a little shove on his shoulder. “Aw shucks, you so niceee.”



The both laughed and lay on the bed side by side. Jaden turned towards Adrian all kidding aside.



“So why the long face?” he asked.



“Victor, he is not very happy with me right now. When we said good-bye on the phone, I could tell he is angry.” Adrian answered softly.



“What, why?” it surprised Jaden that Victor would be angry, he has always seen him being nothing less than loving and caring towards his mate.



Adrian made a motion with his hand as if trying to explain, but then he just let it fall at his side. “Victor knows me better then I know myself and he knew that I did not tell him everything. About…..Ignatius and what almost happened.”



Jaden frowned, “Well neither did I…… I mean we were too busy discussing other things, but Marcus sounded fine on the phone.



“Believe me little brother when your mate wants to know what is going on you will tell him, and besides Marcus is easy going, more patient. He knew there was more to tell and he will wait when you are ready to tell him everything.”



Jaden smiled, “Yeah my man is sweet, but it wasn’t on purpose. I mean we were too busy talking about….” Now he did blush a little. “You know other things.”



Adrian’s soft laugher made Jaden giggle as they both gave each other a knowing glance.



“Is he really mad at you? It’s not like you lied or anything like that.”



Adrian sighed and he sounded tired. “Victor is more impulsive, he hates Ignatius for what he has done to me. If I told him everything, he would not come here; instead he would go directly to Ignatius and possibly kill him.”



Jaden sat up quickly, “Well I have no problem with that hell, I’ll even help him! That bastard is one crazy freak.”



He lay back down beside Adrian and he could see a worried look on his face. “Hey come on it can’t be that bad.” As he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.



“There is something different about Ignatius Jaden, he has indeed gone mad. However, I am concerned of what he is capable of. When I left with Victor, Ignatius never challenged Victor because he knew better. But now, it is different. I did not sense his presence until it was too late. Now it is as if he wants to be challenged and I cannot let Victor go to him blindly.”



“Ok, so when he gets here you tell him everything. We both tell our mates everything and Marcus will keep him from doing anything stupid. And if he still wants to act like a prick with you, then I’ll kick his ass to the curb!”



Adrian stared at Jaden in surprise and then started laughing with him when Jaden winked at him.



“Oh lovely you make me laugh so much.” Adrian was practically out of breath.



“Hey forget it, don’t let it get you down. Victor loves you so much and I bet that the minute he sees you he’s gonna start drooling all over you. His heart will melt and he will beg you for some hot mad loving, oh yeah babe. There’s nothing like hot sweaty sex to make everything all right.”



Adrian and Jaden lay quietly on the bed, thinking. They turned to look at each other only to start laughing again. Adrian puts his hand on Jaden’s forehead and he is still laughing and trying to talk at the same time.



“Oh lovely……. I hope Marcus, Marcus arrives soon. It appears you are in serious need of his attentions.”



Jaden turns to his side and rest his head on his hand so that he can look down at Adrian.



“Ok so distract me, tell me about Alarica. She is one powerful vamp; I could hardly breathe when she first showed up.”



Adrian nodded in agreement, “You get used to her presence after a few minutes, it has been said that she could possibly be the most powerful vampire alive.”



Jaden’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “But she’s … I mean she’s not like us. You know in the head, is that somebody’s idea of a sick joke?”



Adrian shook his head, “No one knows who created Alarica and she has no idea who it was. As for her mind we do not know if she was always like that or if it happened afterwards. She is extremely powerful; however, it is like a having a beautiful fast sports car and no gas to run it. It is the same with Alarica with her powers; she is completely unaware of what she is capable of doing.”



“So is she in love with Philippe?” Jaden asked.



“No lovely, their relationship is more like family. He is her protector, her big brother and she is completely devoted only to Philippe. Alarica adores him and sees him as her brother, family.”



Jaden was quiet for a moment and shrugged his shoulder. “What a shame she’s got all that power and no idea on how to use it.”



“And no one can truly pinpoint her true age as a vampire; it makes a few vampires nervous because they are afraid she cannot be controlled. There was one particular council member who wanted to have her destroyed.”



Jaden made a face, “Let me guess, that Barney jerk? Yeah Marcus told me about him.”



“Yes lovely Lord Maximo Barnabe, because Alarica’s age or true powers could not be determined he led a campaign to have her destroyed. Claiming that if she were to get out of control Alarica could cause a great deal of damage.”



Jaden’s eyes widen, “Damn that’s cold, I mean she’s so sweet. “



“Yes she is, Alarica is incapable of harming a fly. For awhile Ignatius agreed with Barnabe but then his master forbid it and if he expected to continue with Philippe. Well, in the end he sided with them and Alarica was left alone.”



“Good” Jaden said, “Cause I like her, a lot.” Always curious, he asked how Philippe and Alarica met.



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At the time Ignatius did not have his own house and Philippe was basically a clerk for his master. They were under the house of Ignatius’s master and of course he served as First. Philippe had gone out to hunt, when he came closer to a baron’s home he sensed another vampire within the castle.



He wanted to know who it was, so he came to the baron’s home and pretended to be a weary traveler. Of course the host was pleased to have a guest in his home and welcomed Philippe into his castle. Philippe could already tell the baron was not an honorable man.



He kept mercenary warriors for protection, and the woman cooked, cleaned and provided other services when demanded. The baron himself was slightly taller than Philippe, black hair and beard. He was neither thin nor fat, he was more husky and in good physical condition, a warrior at one time.



Philippe was offered food and drink which of course he declined and only asked if he could sleep there for one night. It has been a long journey and he needed a small respite before he had to continue his trip. He could already tell that the baron was too happy to have him stay, the way he kept looking at him made him feel dirty, but he pretended to be oblivious of his interest.



The baron was not completely stupid, only greedy and he noticed that for a traveler Philippe carried no belongings or weapons. So he deduced that he only carried gold within his person and had every intention of relieving his burden and if the young beauty put up a fight which he hoped he did, he will have more fun enjoying his charms before he killed him.



Philippe was given a room by the kitchen which suited him just fine, because it put him close to the vampire he was sensing and the closer he was the stronger it’s power. While the entire house fell asleep Philippe followed the trail of the mysterious vampire.



It led him to the dungeons below the castle, it was dark and cold and he could hear trickles of water in the distance. He stopped to find a female vampire locked up like an animal in a small cage, all she could do was lie down in a fetal position or sit.



She heard him coming before Philippe entered the castle, she sensed him as well. Philippe felt sorry to see her in such a sorry condition, she was dirty her skin almost blackened with soot. She wore rags for clothing and her feet naked and filthy. Her golden brown eyes were dull and she stared at him, waiting to see what he would do.



She was weakened and she could hardly sit up, somehow this human baron caught her and left her starving. He saw plates with dried up food on the floor near her cage, he wondered for how long she had been held captive.



It occurred to Philippe that the baron figured out what she was, because he also kept her chained up as well. There were chains on her wrists which connected to her ankles and a metal collar with a chain long enough to step out of the cage.



When she shifted her position he saw dried blood stains on her thighs, the bastard used her and he now knew that he allowed the other men to use her as well. She was indeed a pathetic sight and it pained him to see her like that.



He tried talking to her, but she remained silent and just stared at him. He could feel her power, but she was far too weak to use them. Her powers made him a little nervous and he was not sure what state of mind she was in if he helped her.



If she had gone rouge, she could attack and kill him. He found himself staring back at her eyes, it pulled him in. Somehow a connection was made and before he knew what he was doing he had already gotten close for his arm to enter the cage which she held on to with both of her small hands.



It was the sound of the chains that woke him from his trance, he could have pulled his arm back out. But instead he remained where he was and a small smile showed on her dried up bloody lips. “What is your name?” he asked.



A small haunting rasping voice replied.



“Alarica”



He tried to get more information from her, but she remained silent still holding onto his arm. It was as if she was seeking permission. He merely nodded his head and hoped she would not tear his arm off. Philippe hardly felt the prick as Alarica’s fangs dropped and she gingerly began to feed.



He could feel the pull of his blood leaving his arm, and it appeared that she would bleed him dry. Philippe got scared when he tried pulling his arm away, but by now she was getting stronger and held on fast.



“Please” He begged her when it seemed that she would not let go, her beautiful eyes shot up and stared at him and somehow it calmed him, he felt relaxed and unafraid. A few sips later, Alarica licked his wound closed.



Right before his very eyes she transformed from a pathetic beat up creature to an exquisite beauty, it was now that he could appreciate her true form and the danger she possessed. Her creamy skin became clean and flawless, warm brown hair with golden highlights shined and smelled like peaches and cream.



With her small hands she was able to break the cage door open, Philippe helped her with the chains. Together they broke them apart at last freeing her from the hell she had endured for so long. She took him by the hand and led him back upstairs; she wrapped am arm around his waist to help hold him up as now he was feeling the effects of giving up so much blood.



They reached the main entrance and one of the guards came out of nowhere to attack Philippe, only to be killed instantly as he fed to replenish his loss of blood and sate his own hunger. He then snapped the guard’s neck like a dry twig.



All the while Alarica watched with what seemed to be approval within her eyes. Her delicate hands indicated where the other guards were stationed, Philippe knew he could not leave any of them alive and quickly dispatched the guards. Not only for what they knew, but for what they did to her.



“There are innocents here Alarica, and I am concerned with how much they know about you.”



She shook her and dismissed his question, she was obviously not concern. She knew the women were abused and the baron cut out their tongues to keep them from talking about anything that went on in the castle. Within her mind she communicated this information to Philippe and to not worry about making any sounds.



The baron is a heavy sleeper when he drinks too much and the women are all deaf, just another line of precaution from the baron’s orders. That bit of knowledge disgusted Philippe to no end. Alarica nodded sadly as if agreeing with him.



She then made her way up the stairs towards the baron’s suite, where he slept behind locked doors. There was one more guard asleep outside the door and she had no trouble taking care of him, Philippe followed her and watched.



She merely pushed the wooden doors and they opened easily for her, Philippe noticed that the door’s lock was melted and dripping on the stone floor. What took place next actually shocked Philippe, who knows for how long the baron kept her caged up like an animal, but Alarica made sure that the baron paid for it dearly.



She had walked over to the bed where the baron slept snoring loudly; she floated up and landed softly on the bed. The baron woke up to a nightmare; with her back to Philippe he saw her hands become claws with nails six inches long.



For some reason he knew she smiled sweetly at the baron by his reaction, he was completely unaware of her claws. It was bloody carnage as Alarica with one clawed hand stabbed the baron under his chin lifting him up while her other hand easily sliced clothing and skin from his body. He did not die quickly; his death was long and painful.



She took pleasure in slicing away his flesh and while he was still alive she easily cut out his manhood and in her hands she showed it to him, before she forced half up his rear and the rest was shoved down his throat. In the end what remained of the baron were bits and pieces of him all over the room, it looked like wild animals had torn his body apart.



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“And since that night Philippe and Alarica have been inseparable. “Adrian said as he stretched his arms and turning to his side facing a surprised Jaden.



Jaden stared at Adrian when he finished telling his story.



“Um, I thought you said she is incapable of harming a fly?”



“She is.” Replied Adrian. “Since that night, she has not committed any violet acts and she does not even remember it. Philippe has cared and adored her for centuries and he will never part with her.



“Wow.” Was all Jaden could say. He could only imagine the pent up anger Alarica had for that baron. When he asked about the enslaved women he hoped they didn’t kill them.



“No, of course not, what took place within that castle was though no fault of theirs. Philippe took them away and set them up with a new villa of their own and enough gold to live out their lives comfortably. “



Jaden found a new respect for Philippe, but still he could not understand why he loved Ignatius it seemed to him that Philippe was too good for him. Adrian agreed whole heartily, however in Philippe’s case he did understand why.



“Since childhood Philippe was abused by his father, his delicate beauty was not in his favor. His father ran a brothel and dressed his son in women’s clothing to sell his body for a mere pittance of gold. That animal only cared about money and he would sell his own mother’s soul for it.”



“God damn!” Jaden hissed in anger. “I hope that fucker is dead.”



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To make a long story short Adrian told Jaden that one night Philippe could no longer take the abuse. It was bad enough being given night after night to strange men, but he also had to service his own father as well. He decided to escape and take whomever he could to free them from his father’s abuse.



Unfortunately, while the others escaped he was caught. His father was so enraged he beat Philippe and whipped him so badly the skin on his back was torn off from the beating. Philippe was a mere’s breath away from death and luck would have it that Ignatius was nearby.



To his father’s surprise Ignatius came out of nowhere, and he offered to purchase what he understood was a slave. He was out hunting and figured he will take the slave, feed from him and if he died well so be it.



His greedy father smiled thinking he had the upper hand, seeing as his son was no longer useful and knew he would die. He was only too happy to sell his son and make as much as he could from his broken body. With the transaction made his father quickly left believing Ignatius a fool for purchasing a dying slave.



As for Ignatius he lifted the frail man over his shoulder and flew away so that he could feed in private and leave the body. To his own delight he was pleasantly surprised to see that the young man was indeed beautiful, immortality would suit him very well once he was all cleaned up.



So Ignatius decided to keep Philippe and when he changed him he was more beautiful then he could ever hope for. “It was not for love.” Adrian told Jaden. Ignatius always had a weakness for all things beautiful and

Philippe soon became part of his collection.



He was not mistreated by him, nor was Philippe ever forced to become his lover. Ignatius at the time was just shallow and conceited. If Philippe wanted to love him, well who was he to disagree? Considering the fact that Ignatius had given Philippe a freedom that he never believed it could be possible. But he was also given a chance to get even.



Eight months later Philippe returned to his father’s brothel, he saw that the animal obtained new slaves and they were much younger. Now young pretty boys were also enslaved for customers with distinctive tastes. It broke his heart to see them forced, abused and brutally handled by uncaring men.



When Gautier Moreau saw his son he did not at recognize him, he only smelled money. He was too busy taking in the fine clothing the young man wore and how nice he smelled in what he was sure was very expensive cologne. And he wondered how much gold he was carrying on his person.



True to his nature, his father only saw money and not once did he bother to really look at him. The man quickly ordered both boys and girls to his new potential customer to cater to his preferences. He was a bit put off when Philippe kindly declined their services and openly starred at his father.



Philippe was soon approached by the master of the brothel and his father smiled at him with lust in his own eyes. He asked Philippe if there was anything he was interested in and the beautiful young man made a face as if he was bothered by the background noise of bad music, and laughing customers.



Seeing this as an opportunity to be alone with the young man before some other drunken customer decided to come between them, he offered him wine in the privacy and quiet solitude of his office. The look he received from the beautiful young man almost made him cream in his trousers.



He never asked why this beautiful stranger wanted to be alone with him and he didn’t care, and who was he to argue with the beauty following close behind him? After all, it is not his fault if he has no brains, so long as he had what he desired. The fact that the young man never spoke did not strike him as strange either. Besides

Gautier was not interested in conversation, it was just a means to an end with him.



And what his father desired most of course was money, sex always came in second. To be able to have both in one night was icing on the cake. As soon as they were behind locked doors, his father grabbed Philippe by the shoulders pushing him back against the door.



Pinning the smaller man’s body with his own big bulky frame, he was taller and built like a gorilla just as hairy and smelly. Foul breathe panted in Philippe’s face and he was glad he took after his mother, because he looked nothing like his father.



He was clumsy and desperate to take the beauty before he came to his senses and decided to refuse his advances. As for Philippe he allowed his father to feel him up through the fabric of his clothing, and when he had enough

of his nonsense.



He pushed his father away.



The difference of being pushed away by a human or a vampire was definitely noticeable. If pushed by a human maybe you trip and fall on the floor, when a vampire pushes it sent Philippe’s father flying across the room and crashing into the furniture behind him.



Gautier was enraged, like a bull he stood up ready to beat the younger man who simply just stood there looking at him as if he were an odd creature. No emotion showed on his perfect face, gone was the sweet warm smile he first greeted his father with.



His piercing deep blue eyes merely looked at his father as if he were bored; he stood there with his hands down his side just looking. This constant staring only fueled Gautier’s anger; he grabbed his whip from the wall threatening Philippe with it.



He grinned in satisfaction as it seemed to cause the young man to look at it with trepidation, but his expression soon went stone cold and he just looked at Gautier. Not once did he ever speak to him, and he did not move and just waited on Gautier’s next move.



Gautier snapped the bull whip in the air, it sound very familiar to Philippe’s ears. He charged and swung the whip to hit the younger man but when he made his move to attack; his guest seemed to just disappear from view.



Philippe of course could not disappear, in his new form as a vampire he was able to move fast. Too fast for any human to really see him, his movements were fast and silent. He stood behind him and his shocked father had no idea where he went.



It looked like Philippe just tapped him between the shoulder blades; instead it was indeed another push that forced his father to fall forward smacking his face as he landed hard on the wooden floor. Gautier cried out in pain and anger, he turned around and stared up at the younger man in complete surprise.



With a shaky hand he wiped the blood from his bleeding lip and spit out more blood, his tooth cut inside his mouth when his face met the floor. In fact his front tooth was now loose so when he spit out again his tooth loosened and ended up in a small pool of blood.



Philippe came closer and bent down to stare into his father’s eyes; he was met with hate and blind fury. Fed up with being stared at he lifted his right hand still holding the whip and was about to strike when Philippe yanked the offending item from him.



A sharp pain struck Gautier into silent shock and when he slowly looked down at his hand he was missing the whip along with two fingers. His mouth hung open as he glanced across the blood spattered floor to find his precious whip and his fingers scattered about. His eyes widened and just as he was about to scream for help, Philippe’s hand covered his mouth.



With one hand Philippe lifted and dragged his father across the room, and sat him down hard on a chair by his desk. Gautier hissed in pain and spat curses at his son whom up now has yet to realize it. Philippe ignored him as he ripped a piece off from the dirty curtain and tossed it into his father’s face.



Gautier was livid as he pulled the cloth away and used it to wrap up his bloody hand. Holding his wounded hand close to himself he glared at the young man as red hot anger coursed through his veins. By now he knew better then to try and scream, because when he did open his mouth Philippe raised his finger in warning at him.



Adding insult to injury Philippe walked around the desk and sat in his father’s ragged leather chair, a small smile crossed his lips from the look he got from his father. Anyone who valued their safety knew better then to sit in the master’s chair no one sat there, not even his very own son.



Gautier demanded to know what he wanted as he kept spitting out blood from his mouth and it infuriated him to no end to be met with cold silence, a man of little patience was seething with anger and he really hated the way he was being stared at. It played havoc with his nerves and he hated not knowing.



Philippe waited and continued to sit there looking at his father, and yet the fool did not recognize him. Perhaps he could not really blame him, when Ignatius found him there wasn’t much of him. He was rail thin, and his pretty face had always been covered in pasty makeup. His father had made him keep his hair extremely long now it was shorter to his shoulders, clean and well kept.



Now he dressed in men’s clothing, not the cheap rags of women’s apparel that he was once forced to wear. So yes, he certainly looked different, he looked like a man and not the broken down slave whore he used to be. His well dressed form reeked of enormous wealth and he knew it was killing his father to know how much.



He let out a soft sigh causing Gautier to jump in his seat and blink his eyes at him; it pleased Philippe to see not only anger but fear as well. His father had by now broke out in an offending sweat as he stared back at him, he could tell his father was thinking of how he would get even with him.



When nothing more happened, Gautier became a little brazen. He demanded to know what he wanted, and he soon became silent when Philippe reached into his coat. He watched as the hand came out not with a weapon instead Philippe held a document, which he opened and slid across the desk for his father to see.



Philippe’s smile now reached his ears while he watched his father’s reaction as he read the document, the look on Gautier’s face was priceless and well worth the pain and suffering he had endured from his father’s hands. What he went through is nothing compared to the hell his father will now have to face.