Jaden

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Chapter 5
(Home is where the heart is)

Marcus cradled the boy in his arms securely, as he flew towards his home. His home was upstate New York. He lived in an old mansion on 400 acres of land completely hidden in the woods. Only a narrow private dirt road led up a hillside cliff to his house. Because he lived in such a secluded place, no one would wonder around the area and the nearest town was about an hour away. It suited Marcus just fine; he had no need for modern technology from the outside world. His home ran on its own generator and he was completely independent from the power company. He had satellite and wireless capability, which enabled him to have TV, communications, hot running water and so on. His property was under several names and he had a caretaker who would tend to his home’s needs. No one knew who he was or what he looked like. He lived a recluse but secured life here.

He landed on the roof of his home, and entered through a private entrance that could not be seen between two tall chimneys. To the average person it looked like a double chimney but in fact, one was the entrance that led to a stairway into the attic and from there to the house itself. He carried the boy into the main master bedroom and walked into the bath. Marcus gently laid the boy down on the marble floor and he began to fill a huge sunken tub in the middle of the room. When Marcus purchased the house, he made sure that the house was upgraded with modern plumping fixtures and replaced all of the electrical throughout the house.

It was an old mansion built circa 1920’s and it was quite elegant. Each bedroom had its own bath and fireplace. The house has six bedrooms. There was a grand ballroom on the first floor a parlor, kitchen, and a media/den room, with two half baths, and a dining room that could seat 2 to 20 people. There was also a second dining room for more intimate dining that seated up to four or six. Marcus kept an office on the second floor with an entrance that led to the library, which was opened and overlooked the parlor on the first floor and a winding staircase from the library to the parlor; on this floor was another bathroom in the hallway between the library and the playroom, which was turned into a billiards room. The third floor held the bedrooms for guest, and on the forth was the grand master bedroom with a huge balcony overlooking the gardens and pool area towards the rear of the house. Decorated in rustic elegance through out the house, stone and warm hardwood floors with decorative wood trimming the walls, ceilings, the house was built with stones in the European Mediterranean style. It almost looked like a small palace. A smaller building that housed his cars and a fine stable for his horses, equestrian beauties all six of them. Down the path that led away from the stable and the main house the caretaker Nathan Brenner lived in comfort in a house Marcus had added to the grounds, the caretaker never asked questions and took pride in his job. Besides the horses, Marcus has four dogs, English Mastiff breed, which used to be very rare in the United States. Females all of them, Alexia, Bree, Cindra and Dreda each name he chose to depict the characteristics of the breed, for they are the largest breed of dog, weighing up to 190lbs, known for their strength, bravery, love and loyalty. They made perfect watchdogs and Mr. Nate the caretaker, started to call them the ladies.

The master bedroom belonged to Marcus he did not sleep here and rarely used the room, but kept most of his personal belongings here. When construction was completed with renovations to the house Marcus took care of security himself, over the years he learned all the latest techniques to secure his home. However, his real domain was under the house. It was there that Marcus spent most of his time well secured if ever his home managed to be broken into. With the tub filled, he poured in scented bath oils, and then he removed his coat from the boy’s body. The coat was a loss; it was now damaged from the boy’s blood so he threw the coat in the bathroom’s fireplace and started a fire. He removed his own clothing and threw it in the fire as well, having long been damaged from the boy’s blood. The DVD had fallen out and fell on the floor, he almost had forgotten it. He placed the disc on the counter by the sink. There were smears of blood on the case he would need to check it and make sure the DVD had not been damaged.

The boy was already naked; he examined his body more closely and could see considerable improvement in his wounds being healed. He noticed that the boy’s body was completely hairless, no hair on his chest or under his arms and no pubic hair, his legs hairless as well, even his arms had no hair. The only hair he had on his body was his eyebrows, long thick lashes and his long shoulder length hair. He wondered how old the boy really was, he looked so young and innocent, and he wondered if the boy ever reached the age to be able to shave. He touched his face and it was smooth and his skin was firm and silky to the touch. But when he looked at the boy’s organ, he could see his penis was swollen and looked sickly purple from so much abuse and the slit had been cut, it looked like a sharp object was forced in and out. Marcus could only imagine that the object must have shredded his insides. He carefully turned the boy onto his stomach and could see that some wounds were still in the healing process. He hesitated to look, but he suspected that there could be more severe damage to his body. His suspicions were confirmed when he spread the boy’s buttocks apart. His rectum was swollen and purple from blood pooling in the area. He could tell that something sharp had also been forced into his body, cutting him there as well. Marcus was enraged; whoever did this would pay dearly. He quickly bit into his wrist again and let his blood spill into the wounds, then he got the boy to drink a little more. He hoped this would help to heal the boy faster.

Marcus wondered if the boy had his hair removed or if it was removed for him by whoever had hurt him tonight. He felt a surge of anger rising again, the boy was so beautiful to look at, and now with his change he was lovelier. His lips were a light pink and his nipples are small and pink as well. He noticed that his body was thin, but lean and firm. It seemed that the change enhanced his looks to be more beautiful and delicate. Marcus could not help himself, but he reached out to caress his face and slide his thump over his lips. He wondered what his name was. The boy was in a deep sleep, which pleased Marcus. It was what the boy needed to be able to be healed completely. He will keep a close eye on him and feed him as needed. For now, the boy needed to be bathed.

He carefully lifted the boy into his arms, and held him close. It was as if someone would try to take the boy away from him that Marcus held him so securely. The sunken tub had two steps down and Marcus walked carefully with the boy, he feared dropping him. He was determined not to cause the boy any harm. Wisps of steam from the hot water greeted Marcus as he slowly sat in the tub with the boy on his lap, appreciating the wet heat embracing his body; he then took a soft sponge and began to bathe the fragile boy. He washed away the blood and grime from his body, washing his hair was difficult but he managed it by having the boy straddle his lap and facing him. He let the boy rest his head on his shoulder and with one arm holding him in place; he washed his hair with his free hand. Marcus then laid the boy back and let his hair dip into the warm water to wash out most of the shampoo. With a handheld shower spray he thoroughly rinsed out his hair. When he was satisfied that the boy was clean, he took him out of the tub and placed him over his shoulder so that he could get a towel to dry him. Marcus kept big thick towels in his bathroom; he took one and covered the boy with it. He used another towel for his hair. He laid the boy on a divan and gently dried his body and hair.

Marcus finished drying his new charge and carried him into the bedroom and gently placed him on a thick soft comforter; Marcus then wrapped it around the boy to keep him warm. While he slept on the four-poster oversized bed, Marcus opened his closet and took out a robe to put on. When Marcus bent down to pick up the boy, he noticed that his eyes were opened again and looking at him. He was mesmerized with his beautiful green eyes, so bright and beautiful. He had never seen such lovely green eyes like this.

“Hello child” Marcus spoke softly to him. The boy did not respond, but just looked at him. No sign of fear he seemed calm, dreamlike.

“Can you tell me your name?” asked Marcus.

But before Marcus could ask him anything else, the boy’s eyes slowly closed and he fell into a deep sleep. This did not worry Marcus; he knew that due to his severe wounds the boy would need plenty of rest and blood to feed on. He would secure that the boy would not be denied of anything. And it was best if the boy slept through his change, he would not have to go through the pain of the change and by the time he was fully awaken he would have completed the change from human to vampire. Again he gently lifted the boy from the bed and carried him out of the bedroom. Later he would return to clean up any mess he left behind in the bath, and he wanted to make sure the disc was safely put away for him to inspect in private. He could not help but wonder what the fuss was all about in regards to the disc.

He walked into the kitchen, and headed for the door that led to the wine cellar below. In the cellar he walked over to an archway that led to a corridor leading to another area of the wine cellar. Into another room filled with wines that was over 200 years old, at the end of the room was a wall with a wine rack filled with more wines that was much older. The room itself was 10 by 10 feet and all the walls were lined with wine racks. In the middle of the room were more rare collections of wines and other objects related to wines. He went to one particular wall and reached behind the rack above his head, well hidden within the wood, his fingers touched a small key pad; he tapped a series of encrypted letters and numbers. The wine rack quietly slid back into the wall, leaving open a space to walk into another area of the cellar. Once he passed, the wine rack slid back into its place. Because the rack slid back into the wall no one would ever see any markings outside on the floor, and never know that behind the wall was another entrance that led elsewhere.

Marcus walked about 25 feet until he reached another door, the long narrow corridor has no light, but Marcus did not need light he could see just fine in the dark. This door was 32 inches thick made of heavy steel. It was kept locked like a bank vault. He did not need to touch the intricate combination lock, he simply pressed his finger on a pad and watched the dials turn, then he heard a soft click and the door was unlocked. Reluctantly he laid the boy down on the floor away from the door. No mere human could open this door; matter of fact not even average vampires could open it. Only someone like Marcus could, and he really had to put his strength into it. With both hands he grabbed the huge handles and pulled towards him, the door slowly opened. When there was enough space for them to pass through, he picked up the boy and carried him inside.

Once passed through the door, he walked down stone steps. Every other flight of steps would end with a small landing about 4-5 feet wide with two or three openings which led to other areas within the caves; if any anyone ever managed to get this far they would be forever lost in an endless maze leading to no where. He continued to walk down the steps until he came to a dead end facing the cavern wall. If by chance someone got this far, they would be forced to turn around, but all Marcus did was speak to the rock wall and just like the wine rack it opened for him to pass through and stop in front of a second door much like the first. But here he did not have to pull the door open. Here he had special sensors that would recognize him and slide open, just like the rock wall did. And once he entered the room, the door and rock wall quietly and quickly would close behind him. Marcus’s home sat high on rock cliffs, with the river below and throughout the years he was able to dig below the regular cellar creating caverns with corridors leading to different areas underground, and although theses passages were made to look like endless dead ends, only the residents of this estate knew that in fact, each one had an escape route if it was ever needed.

The main one he had just walked into has six rooms. Here was his real home; he had three bedrooms with its own bath, a living room, and his office. He had all he needed to be safe and comfortable. He carried the boy to his bed and laid him down; he checked again his body to see how much he has healed. He was pleased to see that the wounds to his penis and rectum were healing nicely. In a few days the boy would be fully healed and he would be changed, to become one of his kind.

Marcus could feel daylight coming; he had a few hours before the caretaker would begin his shift to take care of the grounds. He left the boy sleeping in his bed and quickly went back up to the main house to clean the bathroom and get the disc. The caretaker would be coming in early this morning to open the house for the housekeepers and the gardeners to work, so he needed to make sure everything was left as before. The caretaker knew that the owner was home but was gone for most of the day. So Marcus just had to make sure that there was no blood on the floor or anywhere in the bathroom. Once he completed his task and secured the house, he returned to the caves below and checked on his new houseguest. The boy was sound asleep. He fed him one more time, and lay down next to him. Marcus could not resist touching his hair, it was thick and silky soft. While he caressed the boy’s hair, he reached into his robes pocket and took out the disc.

He looked at the disc and wondered if it had anything to do with the boy, Marcus made every effort to learn all the latest technology, especially computers. He was amazed with what he could do with the information he learned. It allowed him to live the life he has now virtually undetected. He looked at the disc, tapping his finger on the plastic case, turning it over but nothing was written on it. He sighed, curious about what kind of information the disc held and what purpose it served, but for now he could do nothing about it, and so he placed it into a desk draw next to his bed. He turned and spooned behind the boy placing his arm protectively around him. The shampoo he used on the boy smelled wonderful, it was a light scent of vanilla. He sighed contently and buried his face into his hair and closed his eyes. Earlier this evening he was feeling lonely and useless, now he felt hope and a little elated. He still could not understand why he was so drawn to this young man with a child like face. Yes once he had him all cleaned up, Marcus was able to appreciate the true beauty of the young man, but his looks had nothing to do with why he felt so drawn to him. Leaning in closer he listened to the boy’s soft breathing and placed his left hand over his heart and felt a strong heart beating. Why did he save him? Marcus simply had no answer for that question, and heaven help whoever tried to come between them now. Marcus’s sense of responsibility and the need to protect him went into overdrive, forever the cautious warrior. Just before he allowed sleep to lure him into a dark slumber, Marcus’s last thought was that he worried if the boy would be able to accept his change and not go mad.