Tainted

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this is two shot story (hopefully) i wrote as a prequel of Bloody Memory
well not quite a prequel though, since the main character isn't Scarlet, it's Tosca :D
don't read if you get offended by non-con sex and pedophilic theme...
enjoy and please review.

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TAINTED


Disclaimer: This story and the characters within are my original property; any resemblance to actual and/or fictional persons, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental.


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He didn’t want this to be happened on the first place.

He just went out for a mission alongside Sorrel; a minor mission, not even took more than a week to be accomplished; his superior hoped that he could learn something from both the mission and the older vampire accompanying him during their short venture.

He was still a novice though; he even couldn’t be compared with someone like Scarlet or Silver Gray, perhaps. He was lacking power and experiences; so his tutor and foster father, a vampire elder named Azure sent him out to accomplish this mission.

It was just another trivial mission: to retrieve a package from their ally within Eastern turf. The package contained newest synthetic blood-tablet samples which had been stolen early from their lab resided near the boundary separating the two coven’s turfs. Their ally managed to steal them back. The Easters stole the samples for whatever reason only God knew; probably to research something new? A hybrid Symbion monster, maybe? Who knew?

It was dangerous one considering their crossing journey over enemy’s boundary; but still he was eager to accomplish the job. Sorrel only shook his head and grinned lopsidedly watching his enthusiasm.

He began the trip with Sorrel using public transportation; human transportation for exactly. They took the plane firstly, and then Sorrel managed to pay someone for lending them a motorcycle to ease their movement towards their objective’s place. The place was located within harsh terrain, rocky hills surrounded with savanna and desert-like vicinity… a place almost no body ever dared to visit; almost. They did, though.

First night being outside the head quarter proved much difficult to him. He almost couldn’t sleep properly and the weather was so hot, it bothered him so much; not that Symbion vampires were easily provoked by temperature of their surrounding. It was just… he felt uneasy to adapt to the outside world. Somehow, back then when he still resided within the HQ’s comfortable shelter, he rarely felt such inconvenience. He surely realized that as long as he lived his thirteen years of life, he had been spoiled so much; not only by his comrades, but also by his tutor and foster father, Azure.

Couple days later, they finally arrived on the spot. Sorrel immediately conducted him to meet with their client and retrieve the package as soon as possible. They finished the job smoothly; almost nothing had happened except some minor accidents, such as their motorcycle broke down; causing them to continue the journey by foot. Nothing big had happened, again…

…Until that time came…

It was their fifth day on the middle of their mission. Sorrel had predicted that they would likely be late to arrive at the HQ due to their predicaments concerning the terrain and transportations. He didn’t complain though; he felt contently happy just for being succeeded for his first outdoor mission. His older companion also felt happy and practically cheered for him, for his first successful job.

That night as usual, he went to take the first night-guarding shift. They had found a hidden cave amongst the cracking of the hills, and they gladly made the cave as their shelter. They preferred to move when the daylight came, despite their nature as night creatures; fortunately they could stand the sunlight, even though they couldn’t endure it for long time, so they felt necessary to cover themselves in hooded cloaks to hinder the exposing sunlight. The other reason was to prepare their selves for any ambush they might get from their enemy; by journeying with maximum speed at daytime and resting at night, of course by masking their aura; they would be able to avoid them. Well, the chance was fifty-fifty though.

Sorrel had slept for several hours; and he had been guarding their spot in times when he heard something suspicious. He got up hastily from his spot to warn his older companion; but his attempt was stopped midway by sudden force hitting his head in such agonizing impact. He vaguely saw Sorrel jumping from his blanket and readied himself to face their opponent, when he realized that he was being hit by some kind of psychic power. He tried to nullify the effect, since psyche was his natural elemental power; even trying to call his katana-formed blade spirit, Juliet, to aid him; but he ended finding that both his efforts were futile. He was too dazed to even concentrate upon calling out Juliet; he slowly started to drift off to unconsciousness.

The last thing he remembered that Sorrel was surrounded by enemies, desperately shouted for him to hang on… he heard vaguely his code name being screamed for the last time before everything blackened out…

“TOSCAAAA!!!”


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When he finally awoke, Tosca found himself being laid down onto the silk-sheeted, bloody red colored, king-sized four poster bed. He looked around warily, noticing the room where he had been laid into was extremely neat and well-lit. He noted the supposedly expensive, antique furniture; starting from the dark brown colored, high-cushioned chair on the corner of the room, accompanied by a wooden tea table beside it; a huge, dark mahogany-colored wooden wardrobe across the bed; beside the wardrobe, a men-height ornate mirror stood, portraying his own reflection from his spot on the middle of the bed.

Tosca suspiciously thought that he was being taken hostage within enemy’s lair. He tried to locate Juliet, but with no result; the katana didn’t even answer his calling. He then tried to concentrate and use his psychokinetic to scan and find any cracking, any slit, keyhole, anything he could use as a way out; but he failed to manage a single psychic attempt. His suspicion peaked that he was indeed being drugged and taken as hostage by their enemy.

But why? Why on earth they have to hold me as captive while they aimed to steal the package away? Worst thing ever, if that was their main objective, shouldn’t they just kill us instead of kidnapping me?! Not that I want Sorrel and myself to be dead for the first place, though… Oh, I hope Sorrel is fine and safe now…

He kept thinking, and almost didn’t notice as a figure slipped inside the room through the door stealthily, almost inaudibly. He jerked his head up in surprise when he heard the other person’s melodic voice.

“Oh, you’ve awaken?”

Tosca wide eyed the person before him, standing across the bed; he was indeed vampire like himself, with brilliant silver hair and dazzling silvery yet multi colored orbs of eyes. His odd bangs dangled longer at his right side, framing his oval face. His skin was strangely pallid, more than usually vampires had. His eyelashes were long and graceful; his brows arced delicately. His nose was perfectly flawless; fine formed, slender and small. His lips were strangely red-hues, as if he intentionally colored them; Tosca knew he didn’t eventually. He was truly beautiful; angelic in form. But Tosca knew the other way.

He smirked in somehow twisted, sly smile; successfully making the younger vampire cringed in fear.

“Who—who are you?” he stammered; his voice was unintentionally trembling.

The older vampire’ smirk grew wider. “My name is Opal, young one. I am an Eastern turf’s commander of this team which is ordered to steal back your package. And gratefully we did, even though the package was a bit scattered. It seemed, your partner successfully kept one sample.” He chuckled evilly. “Well, it doesn’t matter though. He is wounded and my hunting team is enough to pursue him along, and kill him.”

Tosca’s eyes were widened in fear. So, it’s true he is an enemy. And what he has said; that Sorrel was in danger?! He was wounded?!

“Why you took me and kept me here?! Why didn’t you kill me back then?!” he demanded, trying to be brave; but he failed miserably, since his shaking voice betrayed him.

Opal sneered mischievously at him, making Tosca shifted backward uncomfortably. He hated the way the silver vampire chuckling and watching him intensely; it was like as if he was leering at him… in twisted sensual way. Tosca quickly shook his thought off; he grew terrified thinking about the possibility that the silver vampire might be …attracted to him, somehow. He didn’t, did he?

“I saw you back then, little one; you’re such a fine jewel to me. Brilliant golden hair, flawless skin, blue-green crystalline orbs of yours; I bet that’s the reason you’re codenamed Tosca; everything of yours are beautiful. You’re little angel…” he trailed off when he walked dangerously closer to him. “…I like you. So I decided to keep you here.”

Tosca shifted backward further; he almost sat upon the head of the bed. He truly feared his captor now, especially after hearing his reason. This angelic demon liked him and decided to keep him in his custody. He didn’t like to hear it, at all. The way Opal said the words sending chilly shiver down his spine.

Tosca eyed the silver vampire warily when he edged closer to the bed. The older vampire didn’t move further and managed to sit down on the corner of the bed. Tosca’s eyes never left him, watching his every movement with increasing fear. Tosca hitched his breaths and squeaked when suddenly, in light-speed movement, Opal had had him in his tight embrace.

“What—what are you doing?! Release me!” he yelled terrifyingly and struggled his best to release himself from the silver vampire’s death grip. His captor only chuckled darkly.

“Nope. I won’t let you go. I have said I like you and I want to prove it now.” His voice was deep and husky.

Tosca glared terrifyingly at him and struggled more violently to get off from his tight embrace. Damn, he was strong!

His effort was proven futile when Opal, while cackled evilly, had both his wrists pinned down on the mattress, bound by his psychic forces. He now straddled the boy’s hips, successfully pinned his body flatted with the bed.

And Tosca was horrified beyond belief when he felt the part of him that pressing hard on his stomach when Opal leaned down and whispered huskily at his ear, “You can feel it, hmm? My body desires yours, little angel; I want to take you now and then, and as long as you’re under my roof, I will do this to you, over and over; until both of us are sated. Well, until I’m sated, for exactly.”

“NOO!!” he screamed desperately; tears now flowed down his cheek. Tosca tried hard to launch any psychic attack towards Opal, to get him numb-minded by his mind wave; but the silver vampire was stronger than him. He even got his body being paralyzed and all he could do now was crying and whining. He couldn’t locate Juliet and inwardly questioned whether his blade spirit was still existed or not.

“Don’t worry about your pretty unicorn. My hippogriff, Ariadne, is guarding her now; and I promise to you that Ariadne will be proven a good guardian.” He winked mischievously and Tosca realized that even his spirit guardian would never come to help him right now.

Opal continued to ravish him; tearing away his clothes, starting from his shirt, pants, and boxers; leaving the now sobbing boy naked to his delight. He had Tosca pinned down on the mattress; easy for him as the boy’s psychic power even couldn’t reach five percent of his strength, not to mention that Tosca had been drugged before; and began touching him sensually.

Ignoring the boy’s whimpering, he kissed him, first chastely and then he deepened the kiss, into a passionate, demanding, almost bruising kiss. Tosca didn’t respond to his kiss, much to his annoyance; and Opal found himself starting to feel impatient. His sadistic side surfaced; and he broke the kiss abruptly just to slap the boy, hard, on the cheek. Tosca’s body jolted in his shock for being slapped; unwittingly grinding his hips towards Opal’s.

The silver vampire hissed for the pleasuring sensation he suddenly felt from the friction; and growled, “You will respond to my kiss; you will submit to me, angel; or I swear I will punish you more than this one slap.” He chuckled when Tosca hastily nodded, and added, “But I will give you reward for grinding against my body back then…”

He kissed Tosca again, softer right now; while rubbed his thumb over one nipple, making it erect, much to Tosca’s dismay; and gently nibbled his lower lips to make the boy granting his entrance. Opal’s other hand snaked down the boy’s lean stomach and gently stroked his limp member, sending sparks of forbidden pleasure through all over the younger vampire’s body. Tosca shivered from his suddenly gentle ministrations, and he didn’t want to comply with his captor’s wanting; but he knew he didn’t have any choice; so he opened his mouth a bit, granting Opal the entrance he demanded.

The silver vampire quickly obliged and ravaged the boy’s mouth, savoring his taste. He explored his cavern, licking, caressing every part of the boy’s mouth. He stopped when he felt the need to breathe overwhelming him. He looked down at the younger vampire, who had his eyelids closed tightly and his breaths panting raggedly; whether from the fact that he was enjoying his ministrations or being suffered by them, he didn’t care. All he cared about were how his little body felt good against his; how his sweet lips felt so soft caressing his own; all about the blue-green eyed boy were felt ecstatic for him. He would make him as his, now. He wanted him to be his; for now and ever.

Opal hastily removed his own clothes, much to Tosca’s horror; his length standing proudly from his nicely shaven crotch. The boy eyed that specific part of him fearfully; hoping that all things he suffered now were just nightmare… Oh, Tosca heartily hoped that it was only nightmare; and he would awake from this horrible realm, back to his cozy room in the PHANTOM HQ; his foster father and friends would be there to comfort him and make him forget about the nightmare…

But it wasn’t nightmare. It was goddamn real; Tosca realized and he could only cry in silent when the silver vampire continued to kiss and lick all over his body as if he was some kind of delicious candy…

Tosca yelped in shock and sudden pain when he felt a digit entering his virginal entrance, probing and preparing it for the upcoming act. Opal chuckled against his throat; he was busying himself by nibbling and suckling the soft flesh there; and began a slow rhythm, going in and out his body. He added two other fingers and pumped into him mercilessly, stretching him; and practically ignoring the boy’s whining of pain and agony.

He stopped his activity when he felt that the boy had been prepared enough. He removed his fingers from Tosca’s abused entrance and settled himself between the boy’s thighs. He propped his legs over his shoulders and, not bothering to use any lube, he forcefully shoved his hard, throbbing member into the younger vampire’s hot tightness.

Tosca screamed and cried agonizingly as loud as his throat allowing. God, it hurts so much! It hurts… hurts… He could only shut his eyes tight and try his best to relax while his captor kept thrusting into him fast and hard, each time going deeper and deeper. His tears had overflowed, running down his cheek and successfully made his face wet. He groaned; he cried; he winced, mostly because of the excruciating, burning pain spreading over his body. Blood began to trail down his overly abused entrance now, and tainted the sheet underneath. It seemed to be an effective lubricant, since Opal moved inside him easily; almost gliding with each withdrawing and plunges.

Opal reveled on the tightness and how his blood made his way slicker and easier to make. He leaned down to capture the boy’s lips, while his hand snaked down to stroke his abandoned member. He gripped it firmly and began to stroke with fast and harsh movement, mimicking his quickened thrusting. Tosca whimpered when he felt his member being stroked and inwardly cursed for how his body betraying him by reacting to those forbidden pleasures the silver vampire had made.

Opal kept stroking and suddenly Tosca gave a strangled cry when his member jerked and his essence spurted hotly onto his stomach and Opal’s hand. The silver vampire smirked and quickened his rapid thrusting until finally he reached his own climax. Breathing heavily, he collapsed upon the boy’s body; both of them were now sweating and panting.

He slid out from Tosca and lied down beside him to rearrange his breaths; while the blonde boy rolled to his side, his back was facing him; and curled onto a tight ball, silently crying, mourning over his lost innocent. Opal watched the boy whimpering without any remorse; after all he was sated …for now. He noticed the blood trailing down the boy’s thighs and wiped the crimson liquid slightly using his index finger; he brought the finger to his mouth and licked the blood clean.

“You know something, angel? Your blood is tasted best after our sex.” He grinned evilly while Tosca cringed both from his light touch and his remark. Opal then lazily stood up from the bed and got dressed before giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“I’ll be back later, angel.” He said so and left Tosca alone; naked, bloodied, and tainted; crying and lying helplessly on the bed…


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It had been several days since Tosca got captured within the mansion. He was being fed regularly, with fresh blood and food, but after that he was drugged; leaving him almost without any strength to let out his simplest psychic power. He had lost contact completely with Juliet; his blade spirit didn’t answer for his calling any more; not even a single whisper reached him.

For all of his suffering, Opal had taken him almost every night; each time leaving him exhausted, bloodied, and bruised almost on every part of his body. He took him in many ways; getting him on all four and taking him from behind; ravishing him against the wall of the bathroom when he took the bath; raping him while tying him on the bed post…

The silver vampire enjoyed torturing him even so slightly when they were having sex; he didn’t beat him senseless, only slapping and rarely punching. Tosca learned not to make him angry by complying with all his wanting, no matter how absurd it was. After all, it proved minimizing his torturing.

The blonde vampire began to feel despair gripping his heart; he began to lose his cheery attitude and optimism. He began to believe that his comrades, even his tutor, wouldn’t come to his aid. His eyes looked dull and lifeless, losing their gleam of sparkly happiness and adorably innocence. Yes, Tosca now believed he didn’t deserve to go back to his previous home; he was tainted after all…

Opal was happy that his angel had fully submitted to him; he came when he called his name; he responded to his kisses and touches; he complied when he had sex with him; all without his annoying cry and whining; just like adorable pet he supposedly was. Opal was happy by completely owning him. And he planned to keep owning him as long as he wanted to; like forever…

And that time came…

Today was the seventh day after Tosca was being brought to the mansion. Opal was now having his way with Tosca; he had the boy succumbing on his stomach on the mattress; his rear was lifted upward and Opal had driven himself into the boy’s hot entrance from behind. The blonde didn’t even flinch when Opal’s thrusting became frantic and almost violent, successfully making him bleeding; he had lost his own sense of pain during his time being Opal’ sex slave, leaving him almost lifeless and blank of emotions.

Opal finally climaxed within him, bursting his hot seed; and after composed himself for a moment, he got dressed and left him alone; naked and bloodied as always. Tosca didn’t bother to wear any clothing now; for once he got dressed, Opal always tore them away from his body. He lied on the mattress, curling into his usual form of a tight ball, ignoring his blood-soaked sheet underneath him. He didn’t care any more; there was always a maid came and tidied the room and the bed for him.

Vaguely he heard a whisper within his mind; he practically ignored it, for he usually heard the outer guards faintly talking each other while guarding his room. Maybe it was just another of their babbling…

Another whisper was heard, calling his name. Tosca’s attention was caught now; he slowly began to sit and listen to the whisper. He closed his eyes and listened…

{~Milord!~}

Tosca’s eyes snapped open when he heard Juliet’s voice within his mind. She was safe somehow; and now they could get linked each other, like no other days before.

{~Milord Tosca!~} Her voice was trembling. {~Answer me, Milord! Tell me where you are, how you are… Milord, please answer me…~}

Tosca was crying now, feeling relief and bloomed hope within his heart from hearing her voice again after so long.

{~Juliet! Oh, Juliet… how happy I am hearing you again after so long we couldn’t talk each other… Juliet…~} He began to sob uncontrollably now.

{~Milord?! What’s wrong?! Why are you crying?! Milord?! Are you okay?! Milord Tosca!~} Juliet’s panic voice immediately filled his mind. Tosca sniffed and softly laughed hearing her worried tone.

{~…I’m fine, Juliet; don’t worry. I’m just crying happy for hearing your voice again… But how can you manage to get our mind link now? Opal said that his blade spirit has been guarding you all this time.~}

{~That’s true, Milord. But this time, that bitchy hippogriff forgot to renew her spell for locking me aside; it seems that there is an emergency situation out there; even her lord forgot to check on my binding spell before he grabbed her and went away.~}

Tosca was pondering about their situation for a while. {~Maybe we can use this situation to run away, Juliet.~}

{~I think so, Milord. I can sense the aura of our allies out there, somehow… I can feel both Fenrir and Zephyros, even faintly.~}

Tosca jerked up abruptly before fell back to the bed; groaning when the pain from their previous activity stabbing him cruelly. He winced; convincing Juliet that he was fine; just tripping his own legs, he reasoned; and half crawling-half walking, he managed to stride towards his closet and open it, pulling out a T-shirt and a pair of pants. The maid always served him some clothing within the closet; in case he needed it. He was feeling thankfully for that. He quickly went to the bathroom; and after many efforts for cleaning himself properly, he finally dressed himself.

He sat back on the corner of the bed and asked Juliet hoarsely; hope blossoming within his mind hearing his tutor and comrades’ coming; {~Are you sure about that, Juliet?!~}

{~Yes, Milord. Don’t you feel that too?~}

{~…I am being drugged… it successfully reduces my senses somehow…~} Tosca muttered darkly.

{~I—I see… I’m sorry for bothering you about it, Milord…~}

{~Don’t think about that, Juliet. So… where are you now? I can’t locate you, since my senses are dulled, and I haven’t been allowed to go out from this damn room; I even don’t know my own position!~}

{~I also don’t know my own location, Milord, being bound and locked from the very beginning; but I can sense you since the spell is faded. I can sense you on the upper floor.~}

{~That means you are downstairs… I see. I’ll try to get out from this room and reach your place ASAP. Just keep giving me the hints, okay?~}

{~Of course, Milord. Just be careful…~}

{~I know.~}

Tosca slowly walked towards the door and stuck his ear onto the wooden surface; he listened carefully for outer noises. He didn’t hear anything except faint ruckus, most likely from far away; and silently feeling grateful for his luck. It seemed Opal considered him to be totally succumbing to the suffering he had had; and loosening his guard. Or maybe it was caused by the emergency situation.

Tosca tried to open the knob; the door didn’t move. It was locked; Tosca huffed in sudden despair. But he decided he wouldn’t give up for his own predicament and thought further for any idea to get him out for this horrid place.

{~What’s wrong, Milord?~}

{~The door is locked. I try to get out from here other way.~}

{~How about the window?~}

{~It was caged.~} Tosca grumbled.

Juliet went silent before spoke softly, {~Try your psychic power, Milord. Maybe your senses now aren’t so dulled any more.~}

Tosca raised his brows, surprised. Why didn’t he think about that? It had been six hours since his last meal; and for his joy, he found that Juliet was right; he began to feel stronger and his senses were sharpen than before. He could feel his tutor’s aura, and others too; he also could locate Juliet’s position.

Even though so, he was still considered weak. The dumbest human guardian could strike him down with little effort if he wanted. Tosca knew he had to find the safest path until he reached Juliet; the path which allowing him not to meet with anyone against him; especially Opal. Tosca quivered imagining it. He had to move discreetly.

Tosca peeked through the keyhole and tried to move the gears to unlock it. The attempt was successful; the key was unlocked and slowly he slipped outside, finding that the guards’ spot were empty. He sighed in relief and began to trudge silently towards the stairs.


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hopefully it's ended in second chapter...
actually I intend it to be finished as one shot story, but oh well... here it is, I have to part it onto two chapters. :D

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