Casper & Van Dorn Fic
Casper & Van Dorn Fic
Okay this bit of a story has been floating on my mind for a while. It all started because at the begging of the Ventrue Clan book there is a story called “To Fail and Succeed”, and it was like an introduction with no follow up story. So I started to continue it.
Basically Van Dorn is a Ventrue and is a big time business man who has an assistance called Casper. In the middle of a political event another kindred tries to kill Casper to get at Van Dorn, however he is saved by Van Dorn’s other assistance and Casper eventually witness Van Dorn staking this other kindred.
Anyway it’s not the best writing, and it seems to be lacking a lot from the introduction, but it’s now out of my head, which means I can think about something else. If anyone wants to read the introduction, I can scan it and email it to them.
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Casper shuddered and moaned the second Van Dorn’s teeth sunk into the left side of his neck. He tried to free himself from his boss’s strong grasp, but failed. Feebly his brain supplied that his weakness was due to the lack of blood to his limbs. A quick surge of panic over took him and he briefly tired to struggle again, however he was over powered by a quiet sense of euphoria. His knees to buckled and he sagged against Van Dorn heavily. He moaned again as Van Dorn withdrew his teeth, licking the open wound closed. The sense of euphoria had dissipated, filled by a blank nothingness. Weak and almost unconscious, Casper lying flat on his back, watched through half closed eyes as Van Dorn sliced his own right wrist open. Van Dorn ran his left hand through Casper’s hair soothing the look of terror and dread that was unable to be hidden from his facial features. This was quite the opposite of Van Dorn who was looking almost parental towards his aid, his eyes glowing blue. Slowly Casper’s fear was draining away, his mouth hanging open to say something. Anything but all he could hear was the splutter as Van Dorn pressed his open wound into Casper’s mouth, letting the blood trickle into his mouth and down his throat.
More images and senses collided in his brain. He could see himself as though he was another person. More specifically like he was Van Dorn. On some kind of level he knew that he was now one of them… or was that he was apart of Van Dorn? He wasn’t quiet sure. He could sense the power of his boss and tired to cling to him to suck harder so he could get more of it. The more he took, the more he wanted and the more pleasure he felt wash over him. Until there was nothingness again.
Casper work with a start. He couldn’t remember anything. Where was he? How did he get here? Sitting slightly he noted that someone had stripped him from his shirt and pants and gave him boxes that certainly were not his. They had also washed his hair and left no signs of additional clothing. The sheets certainly were not his, they were much too soft. Pulling himself out of bed, he ventured to the near by window, which was covered with a thick heavy blue curtain. He wrapped his fingers around the edge only for it to burn. He yanked his hand back, looking at the smouldering finger tips.
“What the fuck?” Fell from his mouth before he could even stop it.
“Yes. Sunlight will do that to you. Particularly, to one so young as yourself. However in time, once you have fed enough you may be able to go out.”
Casper tried to place the voice… he knew it. It was just…it was off.
Van Dorn stood patiently in the middle of the room waiting for his childe to face him.
“Childe.” Van Dorn commanded softly.
Casper turned, spluttered and failed to recover from what was going on around him.
Okay this bit of a story has been floating on my mind for a while. It all started because at the begging of the Ventrue Clan book there is a story called “To Fail and Succeed”, and it was like an introduction with no follow up story. So I started to continue it.
Basically Van Dorn is a Ventrue and is a big time business man who has an assistance called Casper. In the middle of a political event another kindred tries to kill Casper to get at Van Dorn, however he is saved by Van Dorn’s other assistance and Casper eventually witness Van Dorn staking this other kindred.
Anyway it’s not the best writing, and it seems to be lacking a lot from the introduction, but it’s now out of my head, which means I can think about something else. If anyone wants to read the introduction, I can scan it and email it to them.
*****
Casper shuddered and moaned the second Van Dorn’s teeth sunk into the left side of his neck. He tried to free himself from his boss’s strong grasp, but failed. Feebly his brain supplied that his weakness was due to the lack of blood to his limbs. A quick surge of panic over took him and he briefly tired to struggle again, however he was over powered by a quiet sense of euphoria. His knees to buckled and he sagged against Van Dorn heavily. He moaned again as Van Dorn withdrew his teeth, licking the open wound closed. The sense of euphoria had dissipated, filled by a blank nothingness. Weak and almost unconscious, Casper lying flat on his back, watched through half closed eyes as Van Dorn sliced his own right wrist open. Van Dorn ran his left hand through Casper’s hair soothing the look of terror and dread that was unable to be hidden from his facial features. This was quite the opposite of Van Dorn who was looking almost parental towards his aid, his eyes glowing blue. Slowly Casper’s fear was draining away, his mouth hanging open to say something. Anything but all he could hear was the splutter as Van Dorn pressed his open wound into Casper’s mouth, letting the blood trickle into his mouth and down his throat.
More images and senses collided in his brain. He could see himself as though he was another person. More specifically like he was Van Dorn. On some kind of level he knew that he was now one of them… or was that he was apart of Van Dorn? He wasn’t quiet sure. He could sense the power of his boss and tired to cling to him to suck harder so he could get more of it. The more he took, the more he wanted and the more pleasure he felt wash over him. Until there was nothingness again.
Casper work with a start. He couldn’t remember anything. Where was he? How did he get here? Sitting slightly he noted that someone had stripped him from his shirt and pants and gave him boxes that certainly were not his. They had also washed his hair and left no signs of additional clothing. The sheets certainly were not his, they were much too soft. Pulling himself out of bed, he ventured to the near by window, which was covered with a thick heavy blue curtain. He wrapped his fingers around the edge only for it to burn. He yanked his hand back, looking at the smouldering finger tips.
“What the fuck?” Fell from his mouth before he could even stop it.
“Yes. Sunlight will do that to you. Particularly, to one so young as yourself. However in time, once you have fed enough you may be able to go out.”
Casper tried to place the voice… he knew it. It was just…it was off.
Van Dorn stood patiently in the middle of the room waiting for his childe to face him.
“Childe.” Van Dorn commanded softly.
Casper turned, spluttered and failed to recover from what was going on around him.