Part 2
Part 2
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
Angelus washed Spike and re-dyed his hair back to its natural soft brown. He then dressed the younger vampire in an expensive and very elegant three piece suit. When he was finished, he scooped his boy up and carried him to the waiting limousine. The powerful drugs that Angelus had bought on the black market continued to work throughout the drive. By the time they reached their destination, there were only a few hours left till sunrise.
Angelus exited his vehicle and strode through the old cemetery, still carry his precious burden. Once in front of the intended grave, he gently lay his unconscious Childe on the damp earth.
“Time to finally fill your grave with something, me boy.” The Master Vampire quickly surveyed his minions work.
The grave had already been unearthed and the old, rotted coffin removed. In its place, a new coffin had been positioned next to the grave with its lid removed. The coffin had cost quite a hefty sum. The wood was imported cedar from Lebanon. It had been carved with Celtic artwork and furnished with gold, silver and precious stones. The interior of the coffin was padded with downy feathers and lined with soft, green velvet and silk.
Angelus picked up his Childe and gently carried his boy to the waiting grave. “Its splendor is fit for a king, sweet Will. Only the best for my favorite Childe. My precious little boy.” His words were whispered with a loving tenderness.
Angelus placed a kissed to Spike’s forehead before he carefully placed him into the coffin. Then he fastened the lid on top and lowered the coffin into the waiting grave. Taking off his expensive leather jacket, he rolled up the sleeves of his cotton shirt and used a shovel to fill in the grave.
Once the soil was replaced and padded down flat, the Scourge of Europe placed a solitary red rose on top of the newly filled grave. Then he raised his head to look at the very old grave stone at the head of the grave. It was William’s original grave stone. The name William Francis Livingston flowed across the bottom and the ominous date of October 2, 1880 was etched deep into the upper portion. Angelus had wanted no other headstone. For this was where his boy was born the first time and this is where he would be born again.
Grabbing his coat, he hurried to the waiting limousine. Angelus sat inside the car, just beyond the gates of the cemetery, waiting for the sun to set and his boy to rise. The hours agonizingly passed, and when finally the last golden rays of the sun disappeared behind the London skyscrapers, Angelus burst from the car and quickly crossed the cemetery toward his Childe’s grave.
It didn’t take long for Angelus to hear the scraping and clawing sound that indicated his Childe was trying to rise. Nearly a half an hour later, William pushed the dirt aside and crawled from the lose soil, panting and obviously very terrified.
The young vampire rose to his knees at his Sire’s feet and raised his head to look at the vampire that was his Lord. “Sire, what happened? Where have you been and why was I buried?” William spoke with an educated, upper-crust British accent.
Reaching down, Angelus stroked one his boy’s sculpted cheeks with his index finger. “What is the last thing you remember Childe?”
“You left with Darla for an evening alone. You bid me good night and ordered me not to leave the lair. But, you did not return. The next night Darla arrived home and informed us that you would not be returning. I knew that you were not dead, for I would have felt you pass. But, when I enquired as to what had happen, Grandsire punished me. That was 8 days ago. I have been so lost without you Sire, please don’t leave me.” He sobbed grabbing Angelus’ leg and hanging on for dear life. “I’m so sorry Sire for doing anything to drive you away. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t leave me again.”
Angelus bent down and pried his weeping Childe off his leg, He then scooped the trembling boy up into his arms, whispering soothing words as he nuzzled the boy’s soft curls. “Don’t worry, my precious, beautiful Childe, I will not be leaving you again.”
The Scourge of Europe and new Master of London carried his favorite Childe to the waiting limousine. During the entire journey to his lair, he did not release his boy from his arms. William for his part was just content to cuddle against his Sire’s muscular chest. Every time he tried to ask a question about his burial he was hushed and told to rest now and that all would be explained later. But, he was starving. He hadn’t been this hungry since he had been turned.
After what felt like forever, the strange coach-like contraption that they were riding in stopped moving. William had briefly wondered at all the strange new objects he saw but was too tired and hungry to dwell on it. He felt very weak and vulnerable and was content to let his Sire carry him side a massive building. It was the largest building William had ever seen.
When they finally reached Angelus lair, William was gently deposited on his feet. He started looking around at the many wondrous, yet strange items filing the room. But, all too soon he was hit with another sharp pain of hunger and his world narrowed to feeding his demanding body.
William trailed after his Sire as they passed through many rooms and climbed a number of stairs. When Angelus finally stopped it was in a lavish bedroom that reminded him a lot of their home in Paris. A giant 4 poster bed was against one wall.
It was made entirely of rare black ebony wood and on closer inspection he could see that the headboard and posts were carved with an array of dark erotic scenes involving sex between men and demons in all kind of sick and twisted positions. The bed had dark blood red silk sheets and matching drapes that were tied to each post.
The rest of the room was furnished with antique furniture; a large 18th century-looking fireplace, many, many bookshelves containing volume after volume of old leather-bound books, a large armoire and a door that probably lead to a washroom. William’s inspection of the room was interrupted when the door they had entered through was opened and a minion came in carrying a bound and gagged girl. Angelus indicated where he wanted the girl deposited. The servant complied and then left with a bow.
“William, you must be very hungry, so eat. I don’t want you wasting away on me.” Angelus just stood beside the bound human waiting for his newly risen Childe to feed.
As William stalked closer to his prey the smell of her blood overpowered all his senses. He bent down, taking here struggling form into his surprising weak arms. As he shifted into game face he could smell her fear and his Sire’s growing arousal. William knew what came next after this feeding, but he had no objects, it was his Sire’s right.
When the blood hit his tongue, it tasted so delicious and satisfying, as though he had never tasted blood before. William quickly drained the human. Shortly after finishing, Angelus called for the minion who swiftly returned and took the body away.
William stood for a few minutes in the middle of the room. He could feel the heat from Angelus’ eyes on him, burning him up with desire. Then he heard the familiar snapping of fingers. Raising his eyes he saw Angelus with his hand outstretched, indicating that he wanted his Childe to come to him.
As soon as William was close enough, Angelus wrapped his hand around the back of William’s neck and pulled his Childe to him. He hooked his other arm around the boy’s slender waist and pressed their bodies together. The larger vampire began to kiss along William’s jaw and then down his neck, stopping over the long dead pulse point to suck and nibble on it. William moaned as his dick became rock hard at just to feel of his Sire against him.
“Aaah, my boy. It’s been far too long.” Angelus murmured.
William’s body was thrumming with need. Every sense seemed to be new and his whole body felt awkward. William felt as he had when he was a fledgling. He was so focused on the feeling Angelus’ hands and mouth that he hadn’t realized that his Sire had maneuvered them toward the bed until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he fell onto his back. He began to crawl away from Angelus’ advances, but a few quiet words from his Sire stilled his movement.
“Be still.” Angelus ordered. Then he proceeded to strip his Childe and himself of their cumbersome attire.
Once they were both naked, he lay on top of the younger vampire and just stared into his piercing blue eyes. “You’re so perfect, my beautiful little boy,” he murmured.
William began to squirm under Angelus’ intense gaze. “Sire, what happened? I feel so strange. My body doesn’t feel like my own and I am very weak. Not to mention I feel as though there is something I can’t quite remember, but no matter how hard I try I can’t grasp it.”
Angelus stroked William’s cheek with his thumb. “Will, the year is 2006.” At this bit of information, William’s eyes grew very wide, but he said nothing. “Many horrible things happened over the last 100 years. As your Sire I decided it was in your best interest to erase those events from your memory. There were just so many of them that in the end I was forced to erase nearly a century of memories. Don’t worry, my precious Childe, all you missed was pain and suffering. As for your body - I decided that it was best to start over. I used powerful black magic to revert your body to a newly born fledge state; that is why you feel so weak and awkward.”
Tears began to brim in William’s eyes. “You mean I lost all my strength. All that strength that it took me 20 long years to acquire is gone. But, how will I defend, feed and take care of myself?”
Angelus hadn’t missed that William didn’t register the additional 100 years he had lived. “Hush, Childe. I am your Sire. I will take care of you. I will provide for all of your needs.”
William interrupted his Sire, still very confused. “But, why do we need to start over? And why did you need to take my memories?” William’s voice began to rise in anger. “What right do you have to decide what I will and will not remember!”
Angelus reared back and slapped William with his open palm. The young vampire’s head snapped to the side. He dropped his eyes in submission, waiting for his Sire’s punishment.
Angelus’ voice was tight and controlled. “I am your Sire, boy. That means it is my right to do whatever I wish to you. I own you. Do I need to whip that lesson back into you?”
“No, Sire.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes downcast.
“Trust me, Will. I am doing what is best for you by erasing those memories and making you a fledgling again.” Angelus slowing ran his fingers through his Childe’s curly hair. “Now, its time I reclaimed what’s mine. On your hands and knees.”
William watched his Sire rock back on his haunches. Quickly he rolled over onto his front and pushed himself up on to his hands and knees. The young vampire bit his lip and he felt one of his Sire’s rough fingers caress his quivering hole. Then the hand was gone from his anus and moving along down his spine. It lightly traced the ridges of his back until it reached the cleft of his buttock, then the hand painfully squeezed his right ass cheek.
Releasing the boy’s ass, Angelus reached in a drawer on the night stand and pulled out a tube of lube. Popping the top off, he lathered some on his already erect penis and then put the tube back. Angelus lined his member up with William’s hole and then draped himself over the boy’s back, mounting his Childe. With a powerful thrust, he forced his way into the younger vampire.
William mewled in pain as he was brutally entered. Gripping the sheets tight with his hands, he braced his legs as his Sire set a hard paced. Angelus licked and nuzzled William’s neck as he continued to pound into the smaller body. The older vampire shifted into game face and then latched onto William’s neck, not breaking the skin, but holding the younger vampire in a warning bite. The teeth on his neck triggered an instinctive submissive response in William. He stilled under the dominant male’s teeth and penis.
William whined and keened as his Sire continued to ram into him. He hoped that Angelus would reach completion soon, but he knew that it would probably not happen, the older vampire could go indefinite amount of time without spending himself.
It took all of the young vampire’s willpower not to spill his seed. He desperately needed to cum,
but he knew he was forbidden to cum before his Sire. When Angelus neared his climax he sunk his fangs into his Childe’s neck, drinking deeply as he filled William’s bowels with his seed. Eventually, the larger vampire retracted his fangs to lap at the fresh puncture wounds on his Childe’s neck. The boy was trembling violently with need and Angelus knew that his strength to hold himself on his hands and knees was quickly leaving him.
Reaching his hand around William’s waist, he grasped the boy’s steely erection. He gave it a few strong pumps. “Cum for your daddy, William.”
The younger vampire’s dead seed shot all over his Sire’s hand. A few seconds later he collapsed onto the bed. Angelus rolled his Childe over and then held up his soiled hand for the boy to lick. William obediently tilted his head up and daintily licked his cum from Angelus’ hand.
Angelus threw an arm and leg over his boy and then nuzzled into his neck. “Sleep Will. You are back where you belong.” He murmured before letting sleep over take him.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
The End