Ian's Story

Chapter one: Dead silence

It was cold, so cold as Ian breathed a rather large cloud of smoke emerged from his lips and disappeared into the stale night air. He planted his shoes deeply into the hard earth beneath them afraid to make a sound of any sort for he knew they were after him. The hunters. He knew that after hours and hours of endless running that they were still after him waiting and watching for him to show even a small sign of his existence. He knew very well what they were capable of.

“Please don’t let them find me…please,” he whispered, clutching in his hand a golden cross. He kissed it softly and placed it to his chest. It was a gift from his deceased mother and he held it close hoping and wishing for it to keep him safe from harm.

The night was quiet almost too quiet. It was if the whole world had been silenced and only he and nature remained. Slowly Ian peeked his head around the side of the cave wall. The crickets sang their sad song as if aware of Ian’s distress. Their song was slow and captivating almost hypnotizing. Ian’s eyes became unsteady and he couldn’t bring himself to withdraw from the noise. Falling to his knees he tried his best to crawl away knowing that it was only the work of hunters. Sluggishly he made his way backwards retreating into the cave, his hands causing the leaves to crackle under the pressure.

Ian knew that closing his eyes for even a second could mean being in the hands of evil. In the hands of…him. The man that had brought turmoil to his already nightmarish life. The man that had sent the hunters for his capture.

The world began to spin. It spun soundlessly seeming endless in Ian’s eyes. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take any of it. Finally giving up he let his body relax and collapse to the cold earth. Through his distraught he could see faces. The faces of the hunters. They were like ghosts standing around his defenseless form in their long black trench coats and boots. They wore big black cowboy hats that seemed to overshadow their faces but those sharp glistening fangs could be seen by the blindest person. Those frightening eyes that glowed red in the dim light of the moon and those pale long white fingers with nails sharp enough to cut through the toughest of metal. They were silent, phantoms they seemed from above. Ian closed his eyes tightly but the noises still rang in his ears. The chirping was still present weakening him even further until finally the darkness of his eyelids overcame him and he fell into a deep sleep.
A sleep more pleasurable than anything he had even felt in his short lifetime.

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Ian twitched and awoke again. Rubbing his eyes softy the occurrences from the previous night hadn’t yet fully recollected in his mind until he noticed the small cut on his wrist from where his arm got caught on a stray board of wood while trying to escape from his captor. Sitting up almost immediately after he looked around only to see that he had been brought back to his place of horror. He was back in his masters house and back into that room. His room.

He hated that room. The walls seemed endless almost as if there was no way out. The portraits on the walls seemed to laugh and mock him and the dim orange glow of the lights was haunting. He climbed out of the tall king sized bed nearly tripping over the rather large binds that hung from his ankles.

“What is this? Why am I chained like an animal!?” He said angrily bending down to study the large binds. He looked around for something, anything that could release him. Anything small and sharp that he could stick into the lock. He reached underneath his bed to which he kept a small wooden box full of small possessions of his. There was a pocket knife, a few paper clips, a lighter, some push pins, a notepad and some wire but by his surprise opening the box he found that all of his things were missing. There was nothing left but the small notepad he doodled in occasionally.

“Where…where are all my things,” He said, frantically searching for the small things he kept for himself. There was nothing. His things were no where to be found. He could only assume that his master had removed them but that he must have searched his room in order to do so.
Ian let his body drop to the floor in defeat. There was no way that he would be able to escape this time. He was caught indefinitely to his horror.

“This cant be! I have to get out of here!” He said, holding his head. He slowly began to rock back and forth like his mother used to do him when he was young and she was alive. It calmed his weary and restless spirit and it was exactly what he needed after he had realized what his master would do to him for running away twice in two days. He was terrified of what his master, Leandro, was capable of.

Ian let the shoulder length scarlet hair fall freely from its bind. He threw the black band onto the floor. His forest green eyes began to show the first signs of crying. They glassed over the liquid building up in the corner of his eyes before trickling down his creamy freckled skin. The small red freckled that played across his nose seemed to dance with each trickle of fluid.

“Why me?” Ian cried, burying his face in his knees.

“Because I chose you Ian,” a voice said in the distance. Ian turned to find his master standing in the doorway before closing the door behind him and walking slowly into the room. Ian backed away frantically.

“No please master forgive me!” He cried, moving as far back on the bed as he could. He grasped the blankets and pulled them up and over his face.

“Ian you know what I must do. Its for your good and it will hurt me more that it will hurt you I promise you that.” He said, removing the thick leather belt from his slacks. “Disrobe yourself… now.”

“But its going to hurt master…please I promise ill never do it again…I promise!” He pleaded, holding the blankets tightly. He knew that in his 17 years he would have never felt anything like what his master was capable of. Because vampires had added strength he knew that It would take everything he had in him to endure. He had seen many punishments before ones that he wasn’t at all proud of witnessing but at the foster home to which he had lived previously it was normal to see such things.

“Come to me Ian. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You are already in a heap of trouble for making me worry like you did don’t bury yourself deeper by disobeying me once again,” Leandro said sternly grasping the blankets and pulling them away from Ian. He then grasped his ankle.

“Master no! You don’t understand,” Ian pleaded once more. He tried his best to scramble away but his master was much too strong and he was much too weak after what had happened to him earlier. He felt himself being lifted up and off of the bed until master was holding him bye his forearms very firmly. It seemed like mere seconds before Leandro had nearly ripped the flimsy clothing from Ian’s body leaving him completely bare.

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next chapter comming soon!! This one is a keeper.