Universal Panaceas

Authors Note: Okay so I've had this idea for a while and I've been working on it in my classes. I am a college student so it takes a while to get everything written and typed up.

I'm thinking this story is going to be more than one chapter but if no one really likes it I'll leave it at this with just a one shot type thing. So I hope you like it so I can keep writing it. Review and let me know your oppinions.

I know there are errors I have a huge problem with switched tenses but I tried. If I continue to write I will need a beta, this chapter is therefore unbetad, so leave a review with your email and I'll get back to you if you are interested.

Anywho here it is...

Universal Panaceas

Chapter 1

Prologue: Remembering...

He could her blood pounding in her veins, pounding in her ears, pounding just like her naked feet were pounding on the dirty forest floor. His whole body tingled with anticipation as he readied for the pounce. Truth be told he could have had her by now, but as his family knew he had always enjoyed the chase. Smelling the fear on his soon to be victim, seeing the terror plastered across their faces as they run for their lives. He had never particularly liked the actual killing part, it always left a somewhat guilty feeling low in his stomach. Though in the end he would normally choose people who would never be missed, who were evil in some way, in this thought he justified his actions.

This woman wasn’t going to missed, he was sure of it. She was just another whore at one of the local brothels. When he had searched her mind he had also found that she constantly stole from her customers behind their backs as well. IF she was lucky someone might notice she was gone but no one was going to care.

He watched as she once again stumbled and fell over her hoop style skirt. Tiring of the chase he placed the thought into her head to stay on the ground and stop struggling; she did so immediately.

In one swift move his large hand was cradling the back of her head. With a lovers touch he moved a long blonde circlet of hair that had escaped its pin from her face. Leaning into her neck his mouth salivated at the smell of her blood. He could see the large vein pulsating just underneath her soft skin. Dipping his head he kissed the pulse point before blocking her pain receptors, no need to hurt her anymore than killing her was going to, and sinking two long pearly white teeth into the alabaster skin.

She was gasping for breath, more from the run than his bite. After all these Victorian style corsets that the women of this century were wearing hardly let them breath while standing let alone while running.

A husky moan caught deep in his chest as the elixir of life slipped easily through his mouth and down his throat. He was unaware of when she stopped breathing heavily but he was aware of her heart beat slowing. Removing his fangs he glanced down at the lifeless body in his arm.

Taking a knife from inside of a pocket he sliced her throat open, making sure that the two bite marks were destroyed. There was enough blood that it didn’t look suspicious. Grabbing her corset he ripped the front open, hiked her skirt up her hips and studied his work. Just in case someone found her before the animals there would be no link towards the vampire, she would look like just another victim of the night.

Adjusting himself in his pants, he stood and looked around the forest. Feeding always made him hungry and horny. Now that the feeding part was over it was time to satisfy that other hunger. It was a good while till dawn so he had plenty of time to get to his boy of the week or perhaps month. However long it took for his partner to become curious or before he got tired of them.

Love was something that no longer entered his mind. He had fallen in love twice in his lifetime. The first boy, Othello, had rejected him because of the vampire, calling him a beast and had dropped to his knees begging god to repent him of his sins. After the rejection he never wanted to tell another soul he was a vampire. When he fell in love with Morgan, instead of risking that rejection again, he chose to watch Morgan live his life and die without him.

After his precious Morgan had died he promised he would never love or get attached again, which was why he never kept lovers anymore. His mother had warned him that those two men were not his Chosen, but being the young, stubborn vampire he didn’t listen.

Back when his step father and mother had been together they had not yet been changed. Vincent had been the Duke of some place or other and Karlotta, his mother, had an arranged marriage to him at a young age. Truly it was a marriage of convenience for Karlotta’s father. Get rid of the daughter gain a Duke had been his thought process.

After the change Vincent had become violent. He had the unfair advantage of being able to read Karlotta’s mind. It was common knowledge after the first great Change that vampires should never marry someone whom they could read the mind of. It just naturally wasn’t proper to know what your spouse was thinking about you all the time and being able to control them was frowned upon as well.

The downfall appeared that each vampire only had the one Chosen so it was their responsibility to find that person. Unfortunately for Karlotta, she had already been married and had a son. Vincent would never let her go and she was forced to remain in her painful marriage.

At least that was until Algernon showed up. Karlotta was his Chosen and he was willing, and did fight for her. Algernon killed Vincent and was then allowed to marry Karlotta. They produced Roland forty years later, along with a number of other children afterwards.

Roland sighed; he always thought it was a bad thing to dwell on the past. He slipped into the small one bedroom home, walking silently over to the bed were the only occupant of the house slept.

Slipping his clothes off, he pulled the blanket back revealing the beautiful naked young man underneath. Roland had met Van a little over a week ago and he was infatuated with his new toy. The boy, not quiet yet a man, was quiet and soft spoken, but a hellion in bed, with black curls surrounding his cherub face, large green doe eyes with long lashes. Van was a beauty and rather feminine when compared to Roland’s masculine.

Roland was tall; well build with straight black hair pulled back in a proper ribbon. His silvery blue eyes seemed to swirl in their intensity. He had a strong jaw as well as the alabaster skin normally associated with his kind. He was a man in every sense of the word. His only downfall being his attraction to men like the cherub vixen in the bed before him.

Roland ran his hand down Van’s back eliciting a slight moan from the young man. He ran a finger down his spine and tilting his head he followed the path of Van’s spine with the tip of his tongue. Van arching into the touch, groaned and gasped.

“God, Roland! I-I didn’t think you were going to come to me tonight.”

Roland bit lightly into one of the man’s plump cheeks, careful not to puncture the tender flesh. Following the path of Van’s spine once more, licking, kissing, and nibbling all the way up. Winding his hands in Van’s hair and pulling the boys head back. Roland attacked the neck now exposed, choosing a particularly sensitive spot below the ear, leaving an obvious mark. Small gasps and whimpers escaping Van’s parted, panting lips as he bucked into the mattress below his body, his straining manhood aching for more friction.

Straddling Van’s back and hips, Roland rocked his hips into the plump bottom under him, eliciting louder gasps from Van. Tilting Van’s head, Roland crushed his lips against the more than willing man. Sliding his tongue into the delicious mouth, moaning at the sensations flowing through his body. Van put up a slight fight for dominance but quickly giving in as the sensations rolled through his body.

Nibbling on his bottom lip lightly, Roland deftly reached over to the night table and dipped his fingers into the oil located there. Breaking contact and releasing Van’s hair, Roland grabbed his hips and hiked them up for better penetration, leaving Van face down on the bed. Tracing the puckered entrance Roland could feel the boy quiver under his touch as he slid through the resisting muscle.

“Oh yess Roland! Oh God I’ve missed this.”

Roland smirked to himself as he slid two fingers in and out, scissoring them before he added a third. It was funny to him how mortals could become so quickly addicted to good sex. Not that he hadn’t been addicted to it himself while he had still been counted among the living.

Slipping his hand into the oil once more and coating his weeping cock in the substance before he positioned himself at Van’s entrance. He held onto the boys hips, Roland pressed forward against the clenching muscle. Van’s body gave some resistance before giving in to the incessant pressure placed upon it. Roland managed half of his dick to be placed inside of the body before pulling back slightly and slamming the rest of the way in, Van crying out as he felt himself being filled to completion.

Not giving Van the opportunity to adjust, Roland angled his hips and began to mercilessly pound into the boy, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Grunting, Roland grabbed Van’s hair and yanked him up so he was on his hands and knees. He leaned over the body and once again attacked Van’s neck and shoulders with hard kisses and demanding bites.

“Nng…Yesss…Harder….mmm Faster…oh right there!....God don’t stop.” Van practically screamed as he was pounded into the bed, Roland obeying his wishes and ruthlessly fucking the man. He glanced out the window and groaned. It wouldn’t be much longer till dawn, he would have to speed things up. The one downside to screwing a mortal was they just didn’t have the stamina, though at a point like this it was a good thing.

Roland’s muscles rippled as his body thrusted into Van’s. Reaching down Roland grabbed the weeping erection and began to stroke and pump him in time with his thrusts.

“R-Roland, I-I’m go-gonna—oh GOD!” Van’s body arched as he screamed his release, cock squirting onto the bed and body convulsing around the dick in his ass. Roland grunted as he released his control, loving the tightness that the mortal provided with his release. Thrusting a few more times before stilling and opening his mouth in a silent scream as he began squirting his cum within Van, grunting and groaning as the last of his seed found its way into the boy.

Releasing his hold on Van, effectively causing the boy to collapse on the bed completely sated and limp, Roland stood up and retrieved a towel to clean himself up with. Van turned to watch as Roland pulled his clothes on and fixed his hair.

“Why don’t you ever stay?” Van asked softly, sadness lacing his voice.

Roland stopped moving about and sighed. Instead of answering, he put the thought to sleep in Van’s head as well as erasing his memory of Roland. Once he was sure it was done properly he left the room just as quietly as he had come.

Time to find a new body to lay with. IT was always so complicating when they asked questions. That was his rule, no questions. Once that was broken that was it. There would be no more.

He found his family’s mansion easily before the sun rose and made his way to his room. He saw his elder brother, and Vincent’s only son, Mathou on his way to his room and merely waved him off before confining himself in the darkness and safety of his solitude. After making sure there would be no way for light to get into the room once the sun rose he opened his dark, red satin lined coffin, slipped in, and closed himself off to the world.

Alone. He was once again alone. He could feel the aching of depression gnawing at him. It was always this way. Even if he was never attached, just knowing that in the end he was alone, always alone, hurt. With these thoughts he drifted off into death.

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Roland LaFramboise awoke with a start. Glancing around his pleasantly decorated room, he threw the blankets off of his body and crossed the room to the fridge in the corner on the dresser. With the invention of the blood bank they no longer had the need to feed off the mortals. Along with this benefit they also had the ability to walk in the daylight. Requiring that they had a supply of blood handy to replenish the damage caused by the sun.

Sinking his fangs into a bag of blood he thought on his dream. It had been a long time since he had dreamt about his pat. A long time since he had thought about the countless lover he had.

Dumping the empty bag in the trash he walked to his window to glance at the thundering sky.

“Van,” Roland whispered to the empty room. “Would you have hated me if I told you the truth? Would I still be alone? I wonder where you are now.” He snorted to himself. He had been with Van well over a century ago. Yes, he knew where he was, six feet under just like Othello, just like his Morgan.

Roland had only taken a few lovers after Van. In his search to remain emotionally unattached he wouldn’t even ask their names. But in the end, when he found himself along in his coffin, as that was what they had used to sleep in so long ago, the aching loneliness would creep in.

When he awoke it would be the first thing on his mind, and it would always be there at the back of his thoughts throughout his waking hours. He never dwelled on the feeling, Roland learned while he was still a youngling to never dwell in the self pity but to accept the facts.

For Roland the facts were he was along, and no matter how many centuries went by he would remain alone.


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