Death Becomes You

Author: Minerva

In my world: Of course – Angel is Spike's Sire, Spike will never ever get a real dominant position over Angel and gets hurt a lot. Angelus was obsessed with William but sort of messed it up and thus created Spike. Even as Angel and Spike, they are obsessed with each other, but struggle to hide any kind of feelings other than dislike.

Pairing: Angelus/William

Setting: London 1880, William’s rebirth

Warning: All of my fics are certainly going to contain some sort of offensive content to a sensitive mind because I'm going let them have their own kind of fun with each other. Means m/m slash, dom/sub, angst, torture, and violence, even rape.

Disclaimer: If wishes were horses, they would be mine but as wishes don’t happen to be horses, today… they are not.

Admitting this is only my third kind of fanfic and the very first on the Buffy-Angel-Verse and on m/m slash ever – please be kind in your evaluation – thanks a lot.

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~Part: 1~ Stalked

He was being followed – again. This was the seventh night in a row that he had an eerie feeling sending shivers up and down his spine. His heart started thumping fast and loud filling his ears with the sound of blood racing through his veins. His chest was rising and falling with his breath rushing in and out in short pants. Cold sweat started building on his skin and ran down his back in small tears. Again and again, he cast a scared look over his shoulder, hurrying along the streets towards his home – his last security to hide from the world he had to live in. The one keeping him constantly embarrassed by the woman he loved with all his heart and of course by anyone else who set eyes on him.

His manners didn't help to change that. He was well build underneath his clothes but his frame was somehow small and he seemed fragile. His boyish face framed by sandy colored hair that was slightly curled, let him look like he was only in his late teens but as a matter of fact he was twenty-four years of age and fully grown. Moreover, he was a beauty. Beside his pale and smooth skin, his eyes were cerulean blue orbs, the window to his soul. Wide open in their untainted innocence and purity.

Unnoticed by him he had raised the lust of both women and men but his fancying poetry and writing some himself didn't apply any kind of manliness on him for his talents were very poor. He knew it though but he couldn't curb the need to express his feelings this way and was being laughed at well and proper on every given occasion.

A sad sigh escaped his soft pink lips, as he started to make haste, just to run directly into something as hard as a brick wall. Well, not something but someone. He made a squealing sound as he bounced backwards, landing flat on his back on the dirty pavement of London's streets.

A light chuckle floated through the air and as he opened his eyes to find the source, his blue eyes met the chocolate brown ones of a dark-haired stranger whose large frame was towering over him, a small smirk yanking up one corner of his full palely red lips.

"Now, now, who 'tis young gent wandering' 'round all by himself and runnin' into innocent by-passers?" His voice came out like a purr – rolling deep in his throat and sweet as honey to the ear.

The young man got to his feet backing away as fast as he could from the unfamiliar man.
"I-I begs your pardon, sir. It really was the least of my intent to-to ... bother you. Please take my deepest apologies!"

The smirk still tugging on the other man's lips became a little deeper as he slowly and deeply inhaled the fresh night breeze, carrying to him the scent of fear, the slightly salty smell of sweat and sweetish soap. This was simply delicious and the stranger felt the tickling feeling of anticipation to get a taste of the young man's skin.

"Well, as me is not resentful 'twill be excused – 'tis this time..."

With this comment hanging in the air, he took up his way past the boy who stood still as if he had turned into a statue. Passing him the stranger brushed his right hand slightly along the thigh of the boy statue which finally made a small jumping move but when he turned the dark-haired man had vanished around some corner already.

Releasing a deep rush of air, he finally realized he had been holding he started to breathe heavily as the panic-stricken fear, which had captured his body only slowly allowed him to calm down. He was alone in the alley and although he didn't feel anyone’s presence around him, he still shivered with fright and started to make his way home as fast as possible.

***
"William? Is that you my sweet boy?" a weak and yet soft female voice inquired as the young man entered the front door of a middle-sized, middle-class mansion.

"Yes mother, it is me,” he answered with a still shaky voice. He followed the voice of his mother into the living room and found her sitting by the fireside wearing a worried look on her tiered and worn face.

"How was your evening at the dinner party, my dear?"

"Very pleasantly spent, mother. The dishes have been extraordinary pleasing and the company was quite merry." William almost choked on his words but it was totally out of question to tell his mother the unpleasant and hurtful truth.

"Did you present a new poem to the young lady you're always thinking about," his mother asked him with a lovingly wink of her eyes and it cut his heart like thousand knives again as the words he had received for his confession of love echoed in his head and heart.

*William, you are beneath me! *

He swallowed hard several times but couldn't hold back the choke emerging from his chest. Instead he faked a coughing fit and wished instantly he had done otherwise as his mother, weakened by illness herself, came to her unsteady feet and rushed over to him, severe concern for her child written all over her face.

"My dearest, you got yourself all cold – you really should've taken a carriage..."

"... Mother, don’t bother about me, please, I am sure to be all right with nothing for you to worry about – truly!” A wave of shame washed over his body as he steadied his mother and reacquainted her to the chesterfield in front of the fireplace. She patted his hand tenderly.

"Just go to bed my son and take some rest, because I need you being well."

William bowed his head to acknowledge his mother's wish, and then kissed her gently goodnight and disappeared upstairs to his bedroom that served him as a study as well. He undressed and started to wash himself with a slightly jasmine scented soap in front of a bowl filled with cold water. He carefully avoided looking into the mirror topping the nightstand for a full five minutes before he couldn't do so any longer.

Through his thick, dark eyelashes, he shyly scanned his torso, arms, and abdomen. Reaching with his gaze beyond that point made his chiseled high cheekbones burn with shame and he instantly averted his eyes from his manhood. He remembered the dream of last night and it made him fear sleep. Those dreams and his body's answers couldn't be those of a rightful man. The pictures of the dream came back to his mind... Cecily... his adored Cecily ... he had made her let him kiss her, touch her most secret and hot places... made her touch him tenderly... and than her hand was wandering to his front... taking him into her hand and starting to stroke him in a steady rhythm matching the thrusting of his hips...

With those memories, his cock became hard again and he felt a very pleasant pull in his groins, but he was too much a child of Victorian upbringing and only fairly acquainted to sexual pleasures, to simply indulge in his arousal.

He had lost his father early and had no one else who would've taken him to a brothel to lose his virginity. Moreover, he just didn't think about this possibility by himself nor did he possess the bold manners of simply seducing an innocent young girl to use her for his physical satisfaction.

The thoughts were screaming in his head, but it was too lake, with a suppressed groan and short, strong spasms, he shot his hot semen out, releasing the physical pain and pressure he felt. He didn't even need to touch himself – as if he ever would, that was considered impure and even though he didn't touch himself he was sure he was going to end up in hell for this.
And he feared hell and its foreboding, trying to save himself by going to church every Sunday, seeing his confessor every time before and saying his prayers before going to sleep.

He shivered as a cold breeze came into the room through the slightly open window. Did he leave it open this morning? Must be it. He was forgetful about quite a few things along the past weeks. Things in his room weren't at the same places he remembered putting them or his bed wasn't made the way he used to do it, he was missing some books as well as a few pages of his own poetry. He took a shallow breath and started washing himself all over again, scrubbing his skin with the wet cloth, until it was a bright crimson red. By the time, he put on his nightshirt and slipped under the covers, he had totally forgotten about the open window.

~Part: 2~ Home-invasion

The bells in the church tower were calling the third quarter to the fourth hour of morning, as a shadow swiftly jumped up to the lower balcony on the first floor from where he proceeded to climb up further to reach the window on the second floor. It was still open just as he'd left it earlier that night.

A wicked smile was playing the features of the good-looking man. His normally chocolate brown colored eyes were glistening black in the pale moonlight and his moves were smooth in their motion. Reaching the window, he strained his ears, but heard nothing, nothing but the soft breathing of young William lying in his bed and being fast asleep. His sleep was as deep as the ocean as he felt safe and secure in his home.

The man's nostrils flared up, as he smelled William's sweetish scent underlined by just the faintest memory of the semen he had spent just a few hours ago. Entering the room fully the handsome stranger motioned towards the bed.

William was lying on his back. Both his arms were up beside his head, which was tilted to the left. The face was all smooth and relaxed with his lips slightly parted as if about to speak. More interesting was the fact that he had straddled the covers almost down to the end of the bed and his nightshirt was drawn upwards leaving most of his body nude and exposed.

A hissing sound escaped the man's mouth and he felt his growing hardness beneath the tight garment of his trousers. This would take much more self-control than he had expected and he swore at himself for being so intrigued by this young human. It was supposed to be one of the games where he would get all the fun and a nice meal afterwards but for the first time in about two decades he felt the desire again to make this one belong to himself. Make him serve. Get pleasured by him whenever and wherever. Make him crave his Sire with every inch of that sensuous body. Make him love his Master above anything or anyone else.

Moving without the slightest of sound, he started taking off his jacket and shirt, trousers and socks, until entirely naked. The moon tinted his pale skin kind of blue and the shadows made each of his fine muscles more prominent. Starting to speak in Gaelic to the boy, he used a deep monotone voice that was all hypnotizing after a while, when he was proceeding towards the bed he spoke up lightly and requesting the boy to wake.

With a flutter the eyes opened up and even in the darkness, one could see their blue color shining bright. He didn't move to cover himself – that was a good sign – he was thoroughly entranced but conscious and aware of his surroundings yet believing that he was dreaming.

The dark stranger moved to lie down beside William who held his gaze fixed on the man's dark and handsome features. Carefully, as not to startle the human by the coolness of his touch he laid his hand on the boy’s bare chest. With the lightest of touch his hand brushed up and down the torso, taking his time, making himself acquainted with the naked body beside him.

Only then he was starting to caress the pink nipples by squeezing and circling them until they became hard little peaks – William draw in a first sharp breath and held it, his eyes widening and showing a combination of arousal and fear.

"Isna goin' to hurt boy. Still. Dinna fight me... 'Tis all right"

The foreigner snickered slightly, when he realized that this boy was still untouched – a virgin concerning women and men, which he found quite astonishing because he had seen the eyes of more than a few women and also man who had undressed William in their mind’s.

It wasn't surprising as he had a dashing beautiful face, soft skin and pink, full lips. His performance of being a poet actually did bring a distance between him and people and alone that was probably the savior of his virginity.

Bringing his head down the intruder darted out his tongue to make a first lick to the hard nipples. Soon he was surrounding them, making them shine with his saliva. He sucked first one than the other and bit down on them tenderly.

By this time he heard a choking sound from his Childe-to-be and looked up only to see him start convulsing and rolling his eyes almost to the back of his head. Starting to purr and speaking again in his mother tongue he made the boy become still again.

"Sssh – be still – dinna move – ... " and he continued his way from the nipples down the refined muscle lining of the boy's stomach and lower abdomen, finally reaching the soft, sandy colored curls framing Williams semi-erect cock.

"Well, there now, 'tis a good boy.... le' me help ye with this"

And with this, he licked the pulsing vein on the underside of the shaft moaning at the sweet taste of the skin. When he had made sure his little human boy wouldn't suddenly buck up his hips in an inattentive moment by holding him down at his hipbones and pressing the elbows on his thighs, he took the twitching cock fully in his mouth and started sucking him to full hardness.

A groan from William close to the sound of contentment made him grin and continue his ministrations to the hard member inside his mouth, sucking it more viciously, circling his tongue around the lightly red head. Pre-cum started leaking from the tiny slit and its taste was bittersweet and a little salty and for a moment the man retrieved his mouth to get a good look at it – it was glistening in a softly white color, pooling to a pearly drop on top. It looked just as delicious as it tasted and with greed, he licked it off.

Taking the white column back in his mouth, he felt that the boy would soon be spent, as he started to move his hips against the restraining arms of his keeper. He was right. Only few moments later William came into the skilled mouth of the other man, arching his back, grasping the sheets beneath him and letting out a strangled scream of relieve. Forcing his hearing, the stranger made sure no one was rushing upstairs to look after the boy, hungrily swallowing each drop of come entering his mouth and groaned, pleased by its warmth and taste...

Making his way up to come face to face with his sweet boy, he parted the other's legs further to lie down between them. William's eyes were still wide-open but seemed to be glazed over by now, still he tried to focus on the admirable face above him.

"Look 'ere now, growing' some interest in who's doing 'tis to you. You'll soon know me sweet boy, but not yet. Damn – what wouldna do to fuck you right now but isna time for it – not yet!"

Just to try whether the boy's legs were the right length he hooked up one leg in the back of the knee pushing it up over his own shoulder – perfect – the thigh had just the right length to make the hollow of the knee rest on his shoulder. Rolling up the hip exact into the best position to enter the puckered hole hidden between those two pale buttocks.

He couldn't resist – after a good lick to his middle finger, he probed the tight ring-muscle that protected the entry – but straight away a high pitched yelp escaped William and made him withdraw his hand hurriedly putting the other one over the boy's mouth to still him.

Soothing the younger by taking up his hypnotizing sing-song again he started to rub his own throbbing and leaking shaft to the lean stomach under him and couldn't help but moan with satisfaction from the friction he got – he knew he wouldn't last longer than a few minute because of his holding back before but he was enjoying it thoroughly. He brought his eyes back to the gaze still locked on him and met those blue orbs with his own, sporting a devilishly spark in them.

"I'm going to give ye a whole new world, me boy, and teach ye how to rule it" he growled into the other man's ear whose eyes simply stared at him displaying a thousand emotions at once but mostly one – fear – fear that was soon to be washed away by pride and strength, he hoped.

He came heavily on the boy's stomach, his cold seed splattering over the young man and finally he let the demon slip forward, leaning down to puncture William's jugular with his fangs, drinking from him with a few deep drags and leaving him with two tiny puncture wounds visible.

Easily the boy lost consciousness and trailed back into a deep drowse after that. The stranger left the same way he had come, leaving everything as it was –especially the creamy semen on the young human's body – as a present to find in the morning.

~Part: 3~ Becoming

It was dinnertime and both females were thoroughly enjoying their meals. One had sable colored hair, laid into curls which were tucked up to a beautiful high hairdo leaving her pale neck exposed and being only adorned by a diamond necklace. She was wearing a crimson red dress with black lace and sleeves only covering her upper arms.

The other had charcoal black hair, also laid in curls but letting them mostly flow around her neck and down her back. Her dress was of a dark green color and black lace as well. Both were most attractive even though now they had blood smeared around their mouths and were just about to drop down two corpses unceremoniously to the floor of the dining room.

The dark haired man sitting on the head of the table didn't eat – he was savoring his hunger for sometime later. Instead, he had a glass of an old labeled whiskey, his favorite to be exact. The taste would be exquisite when joined by the boy's sweet, rich blood. With this pleasant thought on mind, he returned his attention to his two companions smiling at their enjoyment.

"Well, well, my sweet Angelus," the fair woman addressed him, "tonight is the night you are going to add a new member to our merry little family. I am not sure how I like that. I hope he is worth your time."

"Darla, me Sire, he's well worth me time and will be worth yers, I hope. He will certainly be a raw diamond that only has to be cut. I am sure wit' ye help me will cut him right. Moreover, imagine how another male would complete our little circle... for me own pleasure as for yers as well... "

At this, the dark-haired lady started jumping up and down excitedly yelling in a high-pitched voice, "For me, too, Daddy? For me, too, Daddy?"

"Yes, me sweet Childe ye get to play wit' him but be careful as not to brake him as ye did wit' yer last toy, me lovely Drusilla." She clapped her hands in anticipation.

Angelus shook his head in slight annoyance over his insane Childe - hopefully the new one would come out saner as he had diminished his mental torment to a very low level this time but still enough to make the young man quickly fade away from the world he was living in. With the striking of the clock on the ledge over the fireplace, he realized it was about time to utterly claim what had been his for quite a while now.

***

He had to take a carriage to get home. His legs didn't support him any longer as he tried to make his way home from the dinner party he had attended because his mother had insisted upon it.

He had stopped leaving the house almost altogether for the last two weeks. It wasn't only because he didn't want to but because he hardly could. He was too weak. He felt like he was dissolving. Mind and body – body and mind – both were fading away. He felt the awkward looks of the people he met on the dinner parties and after a while, even from people he passed by in the streets. He had given up to care about it though. In addition, this party was definitely the last one he had attended.

He no longer wrote his own poetry nor did he read any. With only little time gone by since his last exploitation concerning his beloved Cecily, he had vastly changed. He had lost weight and his already lean figure had become even more fragile. His ever so pale skin had an almost fluorescent transparency to it that let his veins shine through kind of bluish. A fever that inhabited his body for a few days now put a shine to his eyes that was most disturbing to the onlooker. Despite the fever, his hands were cold to the touch, which ended any handshake very quickly.

He was dying – that was the simple answer and everyone knew at the sight of him – except, William himself didn't realize it. He struggled to get through his days but feared the nights to come at the same time, because with it the dreams would come, and with the dreams the dark-haired man.

He was torn between his emotions. For once in his life, he felt loved – it might not be the love he had hoped for but the love he needed. Moreover, release. This man had made him do things he wouldn't even dare to think about when he was awake. He had stopped caring whether this was right or wrong and somehow he knew this night was going to be the last night the dream would come.

***

Angelus was hiding in the shadows as the carriage reached the front door of the little mansion. He saw his boy leaving it with shaking knees and couldn't hold back a smile. He felt the physical weakness of this young human and yet the boy just kept moving.

Before entering the house, he went to a small side gate that lead him into a modest garden behind the house. Underneath one of the larger trees was an iron bench on which he settled down to gather the strength to face his mother and her watery, worried, blue eyes. Angelus entered the garden as well closing the gate behind him. In a most casual way, he walked up to William and met his eyes with his own. The younger man stared at him in bewilderment and one could hear his mind working hard as realization was hitting him.

"NO! Y-y-you are not real, you cannot be...." his voice trailed off into the night as the man approached him in an easy stride.

His cheeks already hot due to the fever became burning flames of fire as his utter embarrassment became evident to him. It had not been dreams. He had done all those things he remembered doing! He felt like he was going to faint and had a nauseous feeling to his stomach and a steel band of pressure around his chest that made it almost impossible to inhale the much needed air.

Angelus was delighted and amused by William's reaction. He had definitely done something right. The pain radiating from this one was coming from pure defeat. Now the best part was coming forth and he shivered in anticipation of it. He would own this boy from tonight to full extent and it made him hard in an instant, his cock aching and throbbing for what was to come.

From behind, he heard a small squeaking sound as the small gate was opened and closed by his two female companions.

He paid no further attention to them but was definitely annoyed, as he had planned on being alone with William. Knowing he couldn't argue with Darla about her presence at this event, he just hoped she would leave everything else to him.

William hadn't been able to move but was getting up now to take refuge in his home. Angelus simply stepped in his way, glared into his eyes, and growled deep down in his throat.

"I dinna allow you to leave, me boy. Ye better learn now that ye can't have yer own ways from tonight on or ye goin' to have a price to pay."

With an instant stop in front of him the young man froze to a statue, his own will dissolving into nothingness as the words entered his mind.

" 'Tis time now." And with these words, Angelus started circling around him.

A hand with strong fingers started caressing William tenderly, his neck, his throat, his face, his chest, and his back. This hand seemed to be everywhere and miraculously found his most sensitive spots demanding for an answer. He felt his jacket sliding down his shoulders and heard the soft sound of it falling to the ground. He didn't dare to move as two hands started undressing him further – taking their time to remove every single piece of clothing off him.

The fresh night air made him shiver and was sharpening his senses to an almost unbearable extend. Angelus came face to face with him, coming closer and closer and finally leaned in kissing his lips. This was the first kiss they shared onto each other's mouths. It was soft and cooling his hot lips that felt as if they were burning. It was gentle and tender but became more insistent with every passing moment – the man's tongue licked his lips teasing them to open more and finally they did.

Angelus felt some of the resistance slip away and hungrily entered the mouth entwining the young man's tongue. Licking and sucking it its response came slowly his own unlimitedly searching the boy's warm cavern, wandering along the soft tissue of the palate and cheeks and the two even and smooth rows of teeth.

After what seemed to be a moment frozen in time, the dark vampire broke the kiss. Leaving William standing bare naked in front of him Angelus took a step backwards and started undressing himself.

"Now, William, lie down on yer back," he instructed the boy.

The other did as he was told yet pressing his legs together. With some well-dosed force, Angelus pried his knees apart, crouched down between them and positioned himself on top of William who was pinned down by the broad frame of his.

More kissing ensued as he tried to prepare the young man for more because this time he would go all the way whether invited or not. His hands moved up and down on the body beneath him, first lightly as a feather then putting more pressure to it working it. Sliding down to the thighs and drawing them upwards to a more standing position.

Angelus couldn't help but smile in appreciation feeling the boy's shaft was hardening and delicately touched against his own hard and throbbing cock. His boy’s heart was pounding fast and he was breathing deeply in and out with growing, fearful lust pulsing in his groins. Pearls of sweat were building on his face and body.

With one swift move, Angelus shifted William's right leg over his shoulder, bringing him into the perfect position to enter the virginal small and tight entry. Knowing that he still had the human William underneath him, he grabbed a small bottle of jasmine scented oil he had brought with him. It had been contrived especially for this very evening, being of a viscid consistence and of a light golden color. Opening it and using just a tiny drop he rubbed it right under William's nose making his nostrils flare up at the sweet, befuddling smell.

Pouring some more oil into his palm, he used it to slick up three fingers of his left hand. Like in slow motion he brought his hand down to William's puckered hole, starting to rub it in a circulating motion, softly first but steadily increasing the pressure on it. He felt the young man become rigid but this time no sound escape his lips.

Continuing his way Angelus started prodding inside, first one finger, then the second and third, slicking the soft and warm passage with oil, wriggling his fingers to reach every possible place, loosening the still unyielding muscle with continued pressure and searching for that magical spot the passage kept as a secret. Arching his back and releasing a high-pitched groan, William indicated him he had found it and he kept hitting it intensifying the thrusts he used.

The younger man's mouth slightly opened and a continuous stream of lust-filled moans came pouring out disclosing his climax was just moments away. With a small, hoarse scream he went over the edge, coming hard and with pulsing rushes he spilled his warm semen between them, arching his back and finally came to rest being spent beyond his left strength.

His body seemed to buzz with a low and rich vibration and he was close to unconsciousness, which was exactly what Angelus had waited for. Using this moment, he withdrew his still embedded fingers and reached for the oil once more, pouring a large amount into his hand and slicking with it his own yearning cock. Repositioning himself over the boy, he brought his shaft right to the hole he just left alone. He searched the boys eyes, thick lashes framing the shimmering blue cores, locking their gazes... and pushed into William with one smooth motion, burying himself utterly in the tight but slick passage and making William scream out in agony of the second quite ungentle intrusion truthfully unexpected to him.

Angelus grinned viciously into the now wide-open eyes and took up a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of the boy. He was taking his time, enjoying the warmth and the slick confinement around his cock that was clasping around him with every push inside.

This boy felt even better than he'd ever dared to hope for – it was almost a shame he had to turn him because he would be a lovely human to have but that would mean he would age and would surely be wasted in no time. Or he would accidentally kill him by tearing his insides when having too much fun with him – no; he would make a beautiful vampire, no doubt about it.

The dark-haired vampire kept up his flowing motion of pounding in and out of William, never giving up the eye contact and he felt like he was drowning in those blue, soulful eyes. He would destroy this useless soul that kept this beautiful devil a prisoner inside just waiting to be unleashed. With shivers running up and down his body he reveled in their physical connection, taking him places he felt he had never been before and carrying him closer to the edge.

Knowing the time was there, Angelus climaxed to a degree, he had not felt for more than one or two decades and couldn't control the roar escaping his chest. In the same instant his human mask fell away letting the demon behind be seen and sank his fangs brutally into William's jugular, marking him forever as his Childe and started to drain him 'til death would put its hand on the pumping and struggling heart of the human.

William cried and tried to free himself from the tight grip he was held with in, a final attempt to escape death but soon his cries were fading as was his last strength, which had only been ensued by adrenaline, rendering him helpless to his fate.

He could hear no more than his blood rushing through him as it was getting sucked out of him feeling the drop of temperature with each pint that left. It was like sinking down to the bottom of the sea, getting stiller, getting darker, getting colder every moment that passed but it seemed like it took forever and there was only one distant voice audible to him...

"Drink, me boy, drink 'course 'twill make all the difference..."

A wet and warm substance moistened his lips tasting all of sweet copper and salt, pooling into his mouth and down his throat making him swallow. First reluctantly, then searchingly and finally greedily sucking he latched onto the bleeding cut on Angelus' chest... fighting for his life thus feeling it slip away from him. His heartbeat had slowed down, still wouldn't give up but kept slowing down and finally... stopped. The final breath moved William's chest and left him with a small sigh only heard by Angelus, death leaving the body limp in the vampire’s arms.

***

The body was found in the early morning hours. Still naked and carefully arranged on its left side in a slightly curved way, legs upwards to the chest, he was looking like he was only asleep yet the semen trickling from between the pale cheeks clearly visible. The undertaker was called on quickly as soon as the two puncture wounds were detected and the hurried burial took place right the same night.

A quite astonishing crowd of people had gathered in the church and around the grave for the news of the scary death combined with the fact of the scandalous violation of the young man fuelled the curiosity of people to take one last look at him - and found his beauty... effulgent.
 

~Part: 4~ The newborn

It was dark around him and he could hardly move due to the limited space he found himself trapped in. The air smelt of wood and earth. His confusion grew with every passing moment and he tried to remember what had happened to him.

Dim memories flickered up only adding to the confusion he already felt. Angst crept up inside turning into a breath-taking panic. Wherever he was he had to get out and started scratching frantically on the surface above him. He felt some kind of fabric covering firm wood. With multiplying his effort, he tore it off and started to hammer wildly against the wood.

After hitting it a few times with his flat hands and making no progress whatsoever he curled his fingers into tight fists, slamming them into the wood leaving his knuckles a bloody mess after a while. By now he was almost out of his mind and didn't care about it and not being able to form any kind of sensible thought he kept hammering against the wood.

Finally, it splintered but immediately black earth started drizzling into the small space. With inhuman strength, he was digging into the earth holding his breath hysterically fighting his way up. Just when he was sure he was about to suffocate his hands broke through the soil giving way to his digging and delivering him to the cold, fresh air. With deep gasps, he drew it in and at last made his way utterly out of the ground.

Exhausted and trembling he was kneeling on the freshly turned earth of a new grave.

Regaining his senses, he was hit with the incomparable impact of smell and sound and vision.

Even though it was a pitch-black night with almost no stars to be seen in the dark sky, he could fairly well make out his surroundings.

The sounds of the night though barely audible were echoing in his ears like thunder and he almost stifled from the thick smell of the earth he just left as well as of the grass beneath him and of the flowers and animals all around the cemetery.

Only slowly, he recovered trying to regain the power over his overwhelmed senses until he was finally able to focus his eyes on his environment and the tombstone on the left.

It said:

Here lies William,
beloved son.
Torn out of this world
by unworldly beasts.
May he find his peace
in never-ending sleep.

Born 1856   Died 1880
 

Colored pinpoints started dancing before his eyes blurring his vision but appearing before his inner eye were the bleary pictures of what had happened to him just the other night. He drew in a sharp breath of night air, which was a fault for he was nearly knocked out by the surrounding potent smells hitting him.

"Better stop breathing while not yet able to control yer senses, me boy."

A man stepped out from behind a tree approaching him with a cool smile on his handsome face and held his hand out offering William help to get up.

"And get up on yer feet, yer not an animal that has to crawl in the dirt."

William instantly recognized the man he had only encountered in his dreams before last night, only then finding out it hadn't been dreams at all.

"Who are you and what have you done to me?"

"Well, yer dead or better said 'undead'. And me is yer Sire, I turned ye into one of me own – a vampire to be exact. Ye might address me as Angelus one day but for now, it is Sire or Master to ye. I am goin' to teach ye all 'twill need and even more to enjoy yer new life as a vampire... and I want ye to stop breathing right now, ye don't have to anymore, only when I say otherwise, understood?"

William's pale lips turned up in a wry smile and he nodded his head finally taking Angelus' offered hand and got up.

Though he still felt somewhat weak, a different kind of energy was flowing through his body making it shiver in anticipation and awakening a new kind of strength within him. He felt good. Better than in weeks. Better than ever before in his life – well, former life, he corrected himself.

Suddenly he realized he was still holding Angelus' hand and in a rush, the memories of how he was turned came back to his mind. His human self would have blushed deeply at those but his new self felt awkwardly at ease with the thought of being that close to another man, honestly he felt the wish of getting close to Angelus this way again as soon as possible. Deep in thought, he didn't feel the incited look of the other one scanning him with deep interest and growing lust in the eyes.

With a quick raising of his fist Angelus hit the newborn vampire powerful in the face bringing him down with just one effective punch and the young one fell to the ground, too surprised to react. He looked up at his Sire more astonished than really hurt. A small growl escaped him and Angelus' face turned into a vicious smile answering with a deep and angry growl himself. This was going to be just the way he liked it best. Wild, raw, bloody and deliciously full of relish.

"Run," he whispered through his smile and raised his right eyebrow silently promising his Childe everything with a slow lick to his lower lip. William's eyes started to glow with growing excitement and arousal and after a quick consideration he jumped upon his feet darting out into the darkness of the night.

"One... two... three..." Angelus counted to himself "... four... whatever!" And with this, he took off set on the trail of scent his Childe had left behind.

It was easy to follow William's path but Angelus made the game and he let him have his way in playing hide and seek. Whenever he found William's hiding place he announced his presence with low, rumbling growls giving the young vampire a chance to escape once again.

However, it didn't take long and William found himself better hiding places and became more aware of his approaching Sire as he was starting to use his sharpened senses to be warned. Of course, he was no match to any kind of a more experienced creature of the night but for being just a newborn he did learn fast Angelus observed with glee in his eyes.

With a grin, he felt a tickle running up and down his spine and he knew William was trying to sneak up on him. With a menacingly roar and faster than the eye could see he spun around with a high round kick meeting the other one's jaw with a powerful yet well dosed blow of his right foot sending him to the ground with a howl of pain. In a second Angelus was sitting atop of William, pinning his arms down beside his head and staring him into the eyes.

"Now, William, that was fun! Are ye up for some more?" Blue eyes sparkled at him and a low rumbling purr let him know that the young man was definitely up for more. Another definite sign was the growing erection he was sporting and trying to rub against his Sire's crotch.

Angelus gave a snorting laugh and crushed his mouth on the younger male's lips, invading him with his tongue and ravishing him with almost cruel pressure. However, it seemed to be what the other craved answering to the kiss just as violently, moaning with pleasure, and bucking up his hips to meet with Angelus'.

The dark-haired vampire started ripping off the newborn's clothing tearing the buttons from shirt and pants, licking and sucking his way down the pale throat, chest, abdomen and upwards again, making William groan in frustration of not being taken in by his Sire's mouth.

With a devilish glow in his eyes, Angelus whispered close to William's ear.

"The time of free ministrations is over, me boy. From now on ye'll ‘ave to earn yerself the right to get satisfaction... for now 'twill be enough if you turn around..."

And without further waiting, he flipped the young vampire around onto his stomach and took up the procedure of licking and sucking his way down the neck, spine, and lower back. Reaching the two firm cheeks he held them apart with strong fingers, started to lavishly moisten the crack, and puckered entry. With his tongue, he penetrated the small hole, slicking the passage with his saliva. William moaned with delight still his muscle protectively cramped building up resistance to being invaded because he remembered the pain of the first penetration from only last night.

Of course, Angelus didn't care, as a vampire the boy would heal fast and he could hurt him now without fear of making him lose his virginal tightness. Moving upwards again the taller vampire placed his hard, throbbing member at the creased hole.  Moreover, he did hurt him as he entered William with one forceful thrust making him scream out at the sharp pain when his soft inner walls were torn and starting to bleed heavily. Struggling to escape the pain he tried to shove Angelus off elbowing him into the gut, which only made the older vampire angry, and William's face connected violently with the ground beneath him causing his nose to bleed as well.

"The more resistance ye give, the more 'twill hurt – but maybe that is just what yer intention is.... ye're asking for more?"

With a high-pitched whine, William declined his wish for more, but didn’t stop moving unwillingly beneath Angelus who was holding him down with a strong grip onto his neck and pressing him down with his weight. He kept pounding into the young man enjoying the coupling to its fullest extend. Groaning and moaning with pleasure, he breathed in the thick smell of blood from his Childe. With a skilled bend of his hip, he started hitting the small hotspot inside the passage from time to time, giving William finally some kind of pleasure.

Slowly he gave up the struggle against his Sire and joined the thrusting rhythm meeting the other one's movements with his own. Starting to forget about the pain and arousal building up again in William's body made his cock hard again. He rubbed it against the ground not getting any satisfaction from that. His left hand searched for his aching shaft wanting to stroke it and get some release but Angelus growled.

"I didn't allow ye t' touch yerself, boy," making William shudder in frustration.

He draw him up 'til his Childe was on his knees and elbows and thrust into him again and again taking up speed as he felt his approaching orgasm. William wriggled to get his Sire's thrusts directed at the magical place inside him coming closer to his own climax with every hit that made it home. Without realizing it, he had taken up his breathing again panting out moans of ecstasy. This was the only time Angelus allowed breathing because it aroused him even more.

"Who am I?" he growled into William's ear.

"Sire!"

"Tell me again!"

"My Sire!"

"Once more, me sweet boy!"

"SIRE! Let me come!"

"What do you say...?"

"SIRE – MASTER – whatever – let me come!"

"Now, what's the word I'm waitin' for?" Slamming his dick forcefully into the passage hitting the tender spot with a certainty only a regular domination of another male could provide.

"SIRE! .... Pleeeeeaase – let me come – I can't bear it any longer – pleeeeeeaase!"

Angelus felt his climax building up slowly at first making his skin hypersensitive and tickling his insides. Only a few more thrusts – his balls hardened and with a roar, he climaxed spilling his semen in ecstatic spasms over and over into William's tight body. With a final thrust, he was hitting the yearning spot inside the younger vampire and bringing him over the edge as well making him scream out his relieve and collapse to the ground beneath the weight of Angelus.

Lying on top Angelus took a few more moments to enjoy the new bond with his youngest Childe feeling its body close to his own and lightly touched the neck, shoulders, back and hips with his fingertips eliciting a low, rumbling purr from the newborn vampire beneath him.

Like bubbling champagne, he felt a sort of joyous tickle to his stomach making its way up to emerge from his mouth as a childish, blissful laugh. He knew it was quite ridiculous but he felt happy. For the first time ever he was happy – not only intrigued or charmed or satisfied or victorious or something like that – above of all he was happy with the new Childe he had created, with the further future that he could spent with this beautiful creature of darkness.

Rolling off of William onto his own back he pulled the other man with him putting his arms around his chest making the head come to rest in the crook between his own shoulder and neck. He would've liked to never move again and for a while, he simply stared up into the dark night sky with its few distant stars blinking and twinkling down at the entwined couple.

~~~*~~~

Just then, he was acquainted with a habit of his Childe that would annoy him 'til the end of time. William couldn't keep still. He started moving his legs trying to find another position but not really being able to find one he would keep. His fingers started tapping impatiently on his Sire's hands transferring his agitation upon the other one. Moaning, Angelus pushed him off and reluctantly got to his feet. With a frown he scanned the area around them looking at their earlier discarded clothes and tried to identify his own whilst William already started to dress himself.

"Those are me trousers, Childe! Can't ye see they are too big for ye?"

With a snicker, William turned to his Sire. "You ripped the buttons off mine, it's only fair I get yours instead..."

Unwilling to discuss this possibility at all Angelus kicked his right foot under the other's legs bringing him down on his back feet sticking into the air. Grinning down at William he pulled the trousers off.

"It's not 'bout fair – it's 'bout me – and me is wearing these pants, boy," he whispered in low and slightly menacing voice. It dawned to him that this was definitely going to be a problem between his Childe and himself as this one was lacking respect. Judging by the stubborn look in his eyes right now it would most certainly take one or the other punishment to get his attention to paying the due respect to the elders.

Angelus smiled in anticipation of that as he enjoyed it immensely to bring physical pain upon his childer every now and then. In addition, this one surely was wayward enough to earn a good share of that.

"Now," he suggested lightly "we'll find someone for yer dinner."

William growled but was stilled by a single glance from his Sire and as he was very hungry indeed he didn't dare to persist on a further discussion, got up and redressed in his torn clothes a bare and pale chest shining through his shirt. Being quite a pleasurable sight to Angelus' eyes like that made up for his insubordination and was already evoking another lustful rustle in his Sire's groins.

Later, the dark vampire thought to himself, he would find out more ways of being pleasured by his Childe.

~Part: 5~ Hunting requires less

It was the third human realizing he was being followed by them thus quickly made his way into one of the pubs leaving two frustrated vampires behind. Angelus was losing his patience with his Childe. He couldn't hold still, couldn't hold his breath or mouth from creating any kind of noise, and shied away any possible victims.

"Are ye ever goin’ to keep that mouth of yers shut or do I ‘ave do gag you? And s-t-o-p breathing, you can be heard all over town, " grabbing the young vampire on his left by the throat he disabled him to draw in any further breath.
William started making choking noises at first but as he didn't suffocate after a few minutes he finally gave up the fight against his Sire's hold but concentrated on the feeling of not having to breath whilst trying to push down the panic storming inside his chest. He realized there were definitely a lot of things he still had to get used to as a vampire, not to breath was just one but the most important one now if he wanted to get someone to feed on tonight.

Angelus finally let go of William and looked at him with dark, lust-filled eyes, grinning friendly as if he couldn't harm a fly making the younger vampire swallow any further intake of air. His Sire nodded to his right side bringing William's attention towards a young couple coming down a dark alley all giggling and kissing, stopping every few steps to ensue more kissing. It was a whore with a possible customer. He licked his lip hunger tugging at his insides.

With a side glance at his Childe Angelus decided to change hunting mode, seeing the other tremble with overflowing energy and hardly able to control himself.

"We go straight at them 'tis time. Hurry up, before they make their way down 'ere. Ye take the woman, me the man – get her into the shadows and put yer hand over her mouth to keep her quiet but be careful... she may haps bite you before ye even get close to 'er neck... GO!"

With vampire speed they ran up to the couple Angelus jumping straight at the man and dragging him around the corner into a small, dark and smelly backyard followed by William who had to struggle hard to get the woman under control. Turning around Angelus held the man in front of him. The younger vampire looked at him with uncertainty displayed on his face as of what to do next.

"Hold her close, keep your hand on her mouth and bend her head to one side. See the jugular?" William did as he was told and nodded.

"Let yer fangs come through... I know it feels strange the first few times but don't fight it back... smell ‘er neck, makes it easier."

With taking the scent of the woman in, the inexperienced vampire suddenly felt a sort of tickling to his face and mouth just like the feeling when one's limp had gone to sleep. Ridges were building on his forehead and sharp pointed canines broke through.

At this sight the woman tried to scream but he now had a firm grip on her and as Angelus slipped into game face biting viciously into the man's neck William imitated his actions biting the tender flesh of the woman's neck. Blood instantly flowed, filling his mouth with a sweet coppery taste finally stilling his hunger, the scent of her terror stroking his senses to heights unknown. In the rush of the blood he felt the heartbeat of her fast and hammering at first then starting to slow down and stopping as he drained her completely.

He felt ecstatic and aroused when he took his last mouthful of blood dropping her to the ground without paying further attention. The world around him had disappeared and only came back slowly before his eyes, his mind spinning leaving him standing in the backyard like a statue, his head bowed back and staring into nothingness reveling in the overwhelming feeling of his first feed, moans coming from deep within him.

Angelus knew about the feelings his Childe was experiencing right now – the first rush was a highpoint and he wanted him to remember this for the rest of his life 'course there would be only one thing left to top these feelings... which was the feeding on Sire’s blood.

Unfortunately, this first experience left a newborn vampire quite defenseless he couldn't react to any kind of danger around him. However, that's why he was here – to guard his Childe.

Even thought he had to concentrate on the surroundings it didn't escape his notice that William had a large bulge in his pants his cock rock-hard with arousal and it made him all hard and throbbing as well.

Taking one last look into the alley to make sure no one was entering it he couldn't hold back any longer and threw himself at the dazed vampire claiming the other's lips with his own. Longingly Angelus pushed his tongue into William's mouth sucking and entwining their tongues as the young male answered his kiss just as wantonly. He pushed him into the wall behind both clashing their bodies together and slamming their hips against each other. With slight malice Angelus bit down vigorously on William's soft, blood-filled lips making him groan loudly with pain.

Inflicting pain on his youngest Childe sent shivers of lust and affection over his whole body. He violently sucked the blood flowing from the young vampire's mouth invading him with his tongue again and again. Between deep gasps William answered him with moans of lust trying to get his own tongue into his Sire's mouth both men winding their tongues in a most erotic dance.

Angelus held a firm grip to William's waist pulling his hips against his aching and throbbing member. A slender hand with nimble fingers started to undo his pants letting the hard length come free. Tenderly searching for a way they were wandering to the lower back and further down between those muscular cheeks. With softly applied pressure, William's fingers massaged the tiny rosette, making Angelus groan with appreciation. As he actually was allowing his arousal to wash over his body and almost carry him away, he leaned towards his Childe whispering into his ear…

"Dinna dare to penetrate me or ye're going t' pay a high price, me beautiful boy," brushing his lips along William's pale cheek who flexed his neck instinctively baring his neck to his Sire. Angelus smiled an obscure smile licking the pale skin with just the tip of his tongue.

"Turn around," he whispered softly instead of simply demanding it letting his Childe decide whether it would accept its place or get punished for not doing so. With pointed lips, he gently blew air against William's throat making him shiver. Then he draw in air inhaling the other's scent deeply scanning the emotions it displayed.

William didn't have to think about his options for long – there were none... and actually, he was yearning for his Sire to invade him. Without further hesitation, he turned around facing the wall and with a quick movement let his pants fall to the ground baring his ass for Angelus who watched him with contentment.

"Take yer shirt off."

William did as demanded which was leaving him entirely naked and a feast for the eyes, his body slender and fairly muscled. Putting his hands against the wall to give him hold his shoulder-blades became more prominent on his back making so called 'angel's-wings' which was probably ridiculous for a spawn of a devil.

Angelus leaned forward kissing the soft nape of the neck and shoulders, his hands sliding down the sides over smooth skin and slim hips eliciting small yearning noises from the young vampire. Positioning his quivering length at the puckered hole he reached around the others waist taking the seeping cock he found there in his strong hand and with almost punishing slowness pushed into the tight passage of his Childe until he was fully embedded inside. Again it was quite painful for William as he had not yet healed still all torn and raw but he bit his lips holding back a yelp, moaning instead and impaling himself even more on his Sire's sturdy cock.

Angelus felt him open up, being taken in by him even deeper and rewarded this by fisting his Childe’s throbbing shaft, sliding his hand up and down. Both vampires started moving against each other at the same time groans of pleasure coming from deep inside of either of them, rising into the cold night air above, creating echoes between the walls of the small backyard which could even be heard in the surrounding alleys.

~~~*~~~

As fate wanted it a group of four drunken men in sloppy and dirty clothes, obviously laborer of some kind heard these sounds and followed them to their source. As they caught sight of the two men, they started howling and laughing making a fatal misjudgment by cheering at Angelus. To them he appeared to be a man of wealth and status while William being all naked and exposed was degraded to be one of those boy-toys rich men kept for their sexual service and was therefore even beneath their own level. The two dead bodies lying in the shadows totally escaped their notice.

"Bugger the little whore through the wall!"

"You mind sharin' the boy, mate – could use a good suckin'!"

"Wouldn't mind getting’ a leg over this one! C'mon pal, let us 'ave a dig!"

Angelus smiled at the four men estimating their abilities to stand up in a fight against him. He pulled out of William and held him with a strong grip by the neck.

"Dinna move, boy – we're not finished."

The men grinned broadly nudging each other's sides chuckling in nervous anticipation of what would happen now. Angelus stepped back from William who was still standing in position making an inviting gesture towards him. His Childe looked at him wide-eyed and shocked...

"...but Sire!"

"Sssh!" William averted his eyes and lowered his head.

The workers were definitely amazed by this display of submission and made smacking noises with their tongues in approval.

"Bloody hell, you do 'ave the boy under ya thumb, don't ya!" said a one of them. He was a disgusting sight being all dirty and sweaty. A fat belly strained the fabric of his shirt his face looked pasty and his hands were huge and covered with thick, black hair. He absently rubbed over his crotch a few times his eyes wandering greedily over William's nude and pale, slender form.

"‘Elp yerself... I believe ye know yer way," Angelus said with a voice soft as silk.

That was too much for William; he spun around yet too late as the heavy man moved suddenly very swiftly pinning him against the wall with his not insignificantly greater weight. The young vampire growled ferociously at the gross fellow but this one wasn't in the least disturbed by it, probably not even noticing it in his arousal as he was rubbing the huge cock that was burning beneath his pants against the young man's soft one.

Then he pressed his dry lips harshly on William's who clenched his teeth tightly. The man pulled back and without looking at Angelus he commanded...

"Tell 'im to open his mouth and to kiss me back!"

Angelus didn't flinch a single muscle instead, he addressed his Childe.

"Ye heard the nice man, William, 'e wants ye to kiss 'im back... " Furious blue eyes stared at him but his Sire just nodded at the man allowing him to continue.

Voracious hands started moving over William's smooth skin, uncut fingernails digging into the pale flesh and leaving red scratch-marks. A dirty smirk and again those dry lips were pressed upon his, a plump tongue claiming his own as he unwillingly opened his mouth, however, not able to return the kiss or to submerge a gag. The fat guy tasted like stale ale mixed with an ashtray. He assaulted William's mouth with greedy pressure shoving his tongue almost down his throat. The other three men were totally spellbound by the moment thus it escaped their notice that Angelus slowly retreated behind them.

With an insignificant grind, the neck of the man standing the farthest behind broke and his body was gingerly dropped to the ground. The second man left this world the same way falling atop of the first.

Whereas both men's deaths the feisty man had not stopped his savagely kissing but now he made half a step backwards still holding William with one hand and opening his pants with the other.

"Suck me off!" he commanded and as the young man only stared at him with disgust displayed over his whole face he rammed his fist into the other’s solar plexus making him drop down to his knees in pain.

Taking the chance, he forced his meaty member into William's open mouth and started pounding his dick in and out brutally making the young man's head hit the wall behind until he was bleeding vigorously.

The smell of his Childe's blood let Angelus decide that it was time to have the game come to an end around this point. Yet taking his time he slipped into game face and tapped the third man on the shoulder.

The man waved his hand angry at being disturbed in his gaping. He couldn't even produce the slightest sound before Angelus' hand clamped over his mouth biting into his neck and draining him completely. As the dead body touched the ground the only man left and still fucking William's face reached a blinding climax spilling his warm seed into William's mouth and impelling his cock even deeper leaving the newborn vampire no choice but to swallow.

With a vicious kick to the hollow of the man's knee Angelus brought him down making him fall flat on his back and confronted him still game faced. The other's eyes widened in horror, fear stealing his voice and leaving him silent. With a short glance to his right side, Angelus caught sight of his Childe down on his hands and knees violently gagging, his body shuddering and convulsing as he ridded his stomach, throat, and mouth of the man's seminal fluid.

Angelus made an excusing face towards his victim on the ground.

" 'Xcuse me boy. I know 'tis not very polite to vomit all over the place because he had t' suck you off – but well, 'tis his first time. Probably 'twill take some time now to convince 'im to suck me off... though – I've got all the time of the world, haven't I?" and he grinned at the fatty faced man.

"Was he worth it?"

The one on the ground cast another look at the naked young man, who was sitting on his buttocks and stared back with bloodshot eyes and pure, undiluted hatred in them.

With a distant smile he looked back up at Angelus...

"Yes."

He couldn't say anything more....

~Part: 6~ A thorough cleaning

After the encounter in the backyard, Angelus decided to bring his Childe home. He didn't want any further disturbances with his boy, however, knowing that he had only a few days left before he would have to deliver him to his own Sire's examination and he needed to prepare him for that. Therefore, instead of finishing his own physical act right there he helped William to redress and took him by the hand leading him to his new home.

It was his lucky night 'cause neither Darla nor Drusilla were at home obviously out hunting. A servant appeared as they entered the living room, bowing before Angelus and examining the boyish looking male by his side.

There had been other young man before this one but they showed up and vanished without commotion. However, to this one there seemed to be a difference to those who came into the house being well dressed with an invitation for supper sometimes staying for breakfast. This one though wearing good, middle class fabrics was all torn up. Yet, he didn't seem uncomfortable and only insignificantly intimidated by his surroundings. His eyes had an unnatural shine to them his eye-color luminescent with a bright blue. He was scanning the things around him only with a short glimpse and than settled his gaze on the Master who now gave his orders. The first sentence confirming that this male was going to stay in the household.

"Charles, 'tis is William, and he's a relative of our little family. 'E is goin' t' stay with us from now on as 'e has no one else to take care of ‘im. Prepare a bath for 'im, he 'ad an encounter of an unpleasant kind and is covered wit' dirt from 'ead to toe."

"As you wish it, Master Angelus," and with another bow towards Angelus the servant turned around and left the room to get some water on the fire to heat it up for the bath.

Angelus knew it would take at least three quarters of an hour to get the water boiling and settled therefore into one of the armchairs by the fireplace. With a wave, he indicated William to perch down on the floor beside his legs and the young vampire did as was required.

A few moments later a woman in her mid-thirtieth with a stern look on her face and thin as stick, which was making her features all angular with sharp edges, yet her skin having no wrinkles beside some crow-feet at the corners of her eyes, was entering the room. Evaluating eyes were wandering over the face of the young man sitting on the floor in conclusion deciding that he was extraordinarily pretty, nevertheless she sensed the trouble he would cause. He seemed to be too energy-loaded the air around him charged with almost visible electricity making one's hair rise in anxious anticipation.

"I see you have a new addendum to your family, Master Angelus. Is he going to stay?"

"Yes, Mary, William 's goin' t' stay. We are of far relations and 'e 'as no one else and me is sure, ye are going to take good care of 'im. Take 'im upstairs and clean 'im up. Scrub 'is mouth particularly as 'e had something really disgusting for supper."

"You want me to disinfect his mouth?"

"No, I'm goin' t' take care of that me self later on. Just process him very thoroughly."

She smiled in comprehension of what that actually meant.

The woman was the guardian who watched after Drusilla whenever Darla and Angelus decided to spent the night out alone yet not wanting the house being burned down by the time they made it home, which could very well happen when Dru was left to herself. With a brief nod of her head, she acknowledged her master's wish making an inviting gesture towards William who was still sitting on the ground beside his Sire. With a peek up to him he said in an awkward tone...

"She's a human."

"Aye, and I want her to stay that way – no games, Childe. Now, go with Mary."

With an nervous look on his face William got up and followed his new warden upstairs to a separate room in which a copper bathing tub was placed right in the middle, a 'Para vent' keeping curious eyes outside.

"Undress," she commanded in an adamant voice leaving the young man no chance to argue over it. Even though his pale cheeks flushed in a subtle red color with the previously stolen blood, he shed his clothing on the floor, keeping his eyes glued to the ground. He had never been naked before a woman's eyes and he felt somewhat ashamed, some of his human insecurities still part of him.

Mary's inspecting glance drifted up and down the slender forms of the young man standing in front of her and she was pettily amused by his evident embarrassment. Some of the preceding present young man had boldly shown off their bodies as if meat displayed at a butcher's store even though not being 'boy-whores' or 'toys' thus far.
She had learned from former employers to distinguish those still being a virgin and those others being regularly practicing deviants.

 From the semen that was trickling from this one's base, she could conclude he wasn't a virgin anymore yet the addition of blood convinced her of him being a virgin before. Probably still virginal concerning women.

She jerked up one of the boy's hands clutched around his chest and started cleaning his fingernails with a thin, wooden stick, scraping out the earth from underneath The same with his other hand. A can filled with water and an empty bowl, were standing on a waist-high commode. Pouring some of the water into a glass, she motioned William to rinse his mouth with it and spit out into the bowl.

From one of the drawers she took out a rough toothbrush and a salt paste, applying some of it onto the head of the brush. William eyed her suspiciously. She made him bend over the bowl and forced the toothbrush into his mouth, starting to scrub his teeth vehemently, dipping the brush into the glass of water every now and then. She saw the young man choke and cough from the salt that was flowing back into his throat but showed no mercy until she was gratified by the result of glistening white teeth.

By then two minions were entering the room with a kettle of boiling hot water and one with cold water filling it into the copper tub and mixing it to a pleasant temperature.

William flinched at their entry and turned his back to them deeply embarrassed by all those people seeing him completely nude and worse as he was clearly marked as being taken up his arse with the blood and semen still covering his buttocks and thighs.

The two men shared a short glance, skimming the body of the fledgling with their inquisitive eyes. They had seen others come to this house yet this one was different indeed. His manners and behavior in their presence identified him as someone from a prudish, middleclass, Victorian family most probably devoid of any form of sexuality.

Still his body was radiating pure sex presenting a somewhat lean but muscular form with slim hips and firm buttocks. His skin was pale, lustrous, and faintly covered with only a short fluff of light blond hair. They had solely been able to catch a short glimpse of his eyes still enough to discover them to be blue, abysmal seas. Simply verbalized he looked deliciously perfect. With an expert nod, they were leaving the room again to let Mary get the bathing done.

"Now get into the basin, you'll get yourself all cold standing around like that. Don't want to have to explain to Master Angelus how you caught a fever and died from it..."

William looked at her with evident wonder, how could this woman not know that her precious Master Angelus and clearly he himself were vampires or was she simply pretending not to know?

With an impatient wave of her hand and with a strong grip to his right elbow she pushed him towards the tub and waited for him to climb in. He did. The water felt far to hot due to his low body temperature and instantly his skin turned into a crimson red.

"Oh, you are one of their kind... I-I didn't realize that..." stuttered the woman but retrieved her stern composure just the next second.

"It'll make you just the cleaner. Now bent forward, I need to clean you between your legs."

"... I'd rather do that myself - ... "

"... - You got anything that other men don't have?"

"...Err, I don’t know?” The timid tone of his voice was yet another confirmation of the only recent loss of his virginity.

"My believe is you have not and therefore nothing I haven't seen before, now bent forward!"

With an angry scowl and a red face due to both, heat and embarrassment, William got on his knees holding on to the brim of the coppery tub.

Paying no further attention to the prudish feelings of the young man, she started scrubbing his back and lower back with a rough brush. Reaching the buttocks, she changed to an ever so rough bathing-cloth and rubbed them energetically even reaching into his crack and making the boy shriek with pain as he was still ripped inside. She continued down his thighs, using the brush once more.

"Now sit back down." Her commands were simple yet brought on in such a demanding voice that William didn't dare to argue, instead he gingerly sat down on his bottom and was receiving the same treatment to his front the way his behind had just been processed. She was scouring his arms, armpits, chest, and abdomen with vicious intensity and not being daunted in the least she reached for his flaccid cock and even his sensitive sack, washing them rather gently and making him hard in seconds.

That was going over his forbearance and he pushed her hand with a jerk away from his genitals only she had apparently expected him to lose his control and easily grabbed the ankle of his right foot hauling it upward and consequently making him fall backward sliding with his head under water. Without the courtesy of helping him up again she finished the legs and feet, letting him struggle to regain his balance and get his head out of the water that by now was diluted with soap, which was burning in his eyes. With choking and coughing, he came back to the surface.

Finally, she soaped up his hair cleaning it from earth and dust and poured the last of the cold water in the can over his head, rinsing the soap off.

"You may get out now – step over there to the fireplace, I'll rub you dry." Again, there was no room left for a discussion about it.

William got up and stepped out of the tub toppling towards the fireside, shivering from the surrounding cold air contrasting the extreme heat of the water. Mary followed with a huge white towel and started massaging the glistening water-pearls off his body with the same thoroughness she applied on bathing him.

Right then, Charles opened the door and came into the room. He was carrying some man's clothing draped over one arm and placing them on a stool couldn't help but take another short peek at the young man wondering whether this one was already of the same kind as his Master. He shifted his gaze to Mary's face and with a short nod she confirmed the unasked question displayed on his countenance – he had almost expected it – this was a newborn... of whatever kind.

The few human servants of the household did know their Master and the two Mistresses as well as the other servants, or minions as they were called, were a lot different to former employers regarding they stayed inside the house all day long, making the night their ‘day' instead. Young men and frequently women had appeared, sometimes had stayed for the night and were gone by morning already never to be seen again. Moreover, those had definitely been humans but this boy was a newborn of their own kind, changed to fit into their way of life, moreover, it could not have happened that long ago.

Both, Charles and Mary had seen children of their employers before coming home like this, leaving the house a bloody mess when they left in the following night corpses all over the house, fortunately not caring to hunt for the servants of the house to keep their existence a secret. So far, they hadn't expected their recent Master to possibly be one of those ravaging monsters but simply some kind of a deviant from the usual social conventions.

They stared at the still nude William who was looking back with large, innocent eyes waiting for Mary to give him orders of whether he could dress or if there were going to be some other tiresome cleaning procedures. With straightening her back and shoulders, she got her poise back and made a gesture to the clothing on the chair.

"You better hurry up and get dressed. Master Angelus is certainly awaiting you already."

"The two Mistresses have returned home. They are assembled in the library," Charles informed them, "The Master and his Ladies are expecting you down there in five minutes, Master William."

William blinked irritated at the way he was addressed but it gave him a tickling feeling to his stomach and he smiled all enthralled. With sudden haste, he started to get his clothes on a yearning feeling for his Sire growing minute by minute in his mute yet feeling heart. When finished he rushed out through the door onto the corridor towards the flight of stairs, Mary was following right behind him trying to catch up with him. Nevertheless, it was too late; he was down the stairs in seconds and tracking the muffled voices to the so-called red room – the library.

~Part: 7~ New home, new rules

Without the extravagance of knocking politely first and then enter the room, he directly burst through the doors stopping short at the sight of his Sire standing by the fire and two beautiful women seated in front of it. They stared back at him with a fuse of annoyance, amusement, and astonishment at this not very customary entrance.

Silence.

William searched for his Sire's eyes meeting a cold glance being dark with surfacing anger.
Intuitively William knew he had done just the wrong thing letting his feelings of need for his Sire take over control. Anxiety started forming a burning ball in his gut, all he wanted to do now was to run away, and hide, nevertheless, he knew it would be the most ridiculous thing he could do... so albeit his rushing fear he merely took a step back lowered his head and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Sire," was all he could whisper though.

More silence.

"Angelus, this one is quite – unruly – don't you think you should have prepared him better of how to behave in our house?"

"Darla, me Sire, I admit a neglect t' introducing him to the rules of the household, I'll see to that right away if you wish me to do so."

Darla smirked.

"I know you'd love to do that right now, don't you? Let me take a closer look at him first..."

She lifted from her armchair and sauntered slowly over to William. She encircled him eyeing him with conspicuous interest yet not touching him. She only drew in a breath inhaling his scent, the radiating emotions, and the feeling of his aura. She was looking at the mark Angelus had affixed on him marking him as a Childe of his for eternity. It was of an almost malicious clarity and left no doubt about his claim. She leered at her own Childe with contentment as if to congratulate him on this unmistakable mark. She had done the same to him.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked William who had kept his head bowed all along. Now he slightly raised it trying to get an assuring look of his Sire but as he didn't get any kind of connection, he simply had to take the risk of applying something from humankind on, well, demon-kind.

"You are the Sire of my Sire, therefore you must be my Grand-Sire?"

"That indeed is correct, sweet William, though – do you know my privileges over you? Well, don't answer it now, you'll soon know, however not before your first week here has passed but then, sweet one, I want you to come and follow your duties without another request from me..."

She returned to her armchair.

Now it was Drusilla's turn and she jumped from her seat prancing over to William in childish excitement.

"My sweet William, I'm so happy you joined our littl' family, it has gotten almost boring and now we can play and dance together – Miss Edith told me you're my new companion and I like you already!"

William looked at his sister, a fascinated stare in his eyes. She definitely was a dark beauty and he fell in love with her immediately, even so being startled by her incoherent chatter but altogether not really disturbed by it.

Angelus saw the emotions racing over his Childe's facade and apprehended at once the connection between those two and he felt a sting to his dead heart. That was not was he had wanted but it was too late already, they had bonded in seconds and it couldn't be reversed. He would never be sure now whether his Childe would love him as his Sire over anyone else in the course of duty or whether he would love him because of true, passionate desire and by the choice of his own.

William didn't spent any such thoughts on that matter as it was no question to him that his Sire was his whole world and the love he felt for him couldn't be jarred by any other kind of feelings he might harbor for someone else – not even the intense love he would develop for Drusilla.

Darla had held her eyes on Angelus all the time and his thoughts and emotions didn't escape her notice. She smiled a hidden; mean smile storing the evoked notions in the back of her mind. Who knows she thought, when she could make good use of her knowledge.

Angelus felt disappointment taint his emotions. This Childe had been supposed to be his! And only his! The few blood childer he had created so far, were always meant to stand on their own.
Penn had been a mirror-project and successfully transformed into a copy of his Sire, using the same viciousness and ruthlessness on his victims as Angelus.
Dana had been the mistress of a local politician and was all blond, stupid, and giddy yet as a vampiress she soon turned into a well-educated lady of higher society, alluring and poisonous as could be.
Darius could be considered a failure. As intelligent and perilous he had been as a human, as simple-minded and cunning he had turned out as a vampire. He was malevolent and repulsive even to his own family and was only a seldom presence in their home.
Then of course there was Drusilla who he had turned into a lunatic as a human before turning her – and she had come out the way she'd been created… all loony-tunes, yet she was a very special Childe who he loved very dearly.

However, William... with him he had fallen in love for the first time ever in his whole existence as a human and as a vampire. He wanted the boy to be his hunting companion, a confidant; someone to spent some leisure time with but evermore so as his lover. Well, even though not as an equal still someone equally. Now it looked like he had lost him right the same night he had been able to fully claim him. Oh, how he would pay for that. Tonight, the following day, and the time after that. Angelus knew he truly shouldn't be as strict as it was William's birth night but this special event had been tarnished for him therefore it would be tarnished to his Childe as well.

"Get upstairs into me room and wait for me t' come. I would advise you, t' receive me in the proper manner or 'twill hurt a lot more than 'twill hurt already..." he hissed between clenched teeth threatening anger showing in his now almost black eyes.

William felt a shudder of fright roll over his body, which was making his knees feel all wobbly. Again, he dropped his head and whispered below his breath.

"...Yes, Master..."

Mary who had followed William to the library but waited in front of the doors was now stepping into sight and told him in a low voice to follow her upstairs. Carefully she avoided Master Angelus' eyes knowing he was out of his mind with rage and therefore wasn't a sight worth beholding. It was up to her now to prepare William for the arrival of his Master in the bedroom.

She didn't particularly like the screams of pain and pleasure that could be heard every now and then but she knew tonight would incorporate quite some of those screams this time somewhat from pain not lust she feared. With pity in her eyes she looked at the young man who didn't know yet what to expect, nevertheless, being scared already.

She accompanied him to the Master's bedroom, closed the door silently behind them and turned back to William who was standing in the middle of the room his eyes drifting over the dark oak drawers and cupboards. The ponderous burgundy curtains drawn before the windows on the right side to keep the sun out, the enormous bed was on the wall facing the windows, left to the main door. The fireplace in between those two walls only sidelined by two small wallpaper-doors, one hiding a secret passage to some underground tunnel leading right to the stables the other one revealing a very comfortable sort of bathroom-cum-dressing-room.

"You are supposed to undress and lay down on the bed on your stomach. I will tie up your arms on either side and with this black, silk scarf your eyes... You better hurry up, he'll soon come upstairs."

"What's he going to do to me?"

"I don't know, Master William, but you'll live through it, I'm sure."

The young vampire unbuttoned his shirt and pants he had just dressed up in with trembling hands and approached the bed hesitantly.

Mary made an impatient sign at him to get on the bed and when he finally did, she could already hear the subtle voices of the Master and the Mistresses downstairs. Briskly she knotted the shawl over William's eyes and confined his arms with the strong silk straps emerging from underneath the sides of the bed-frame very tightly. She had no time to leave the room unseen by Angelus and slipped through the door on the right side of the fireplace that was leading to the stables.  She absolutely didn't want to innervate her Master's fury furthermore also for the sake of the young man who was awaiting his punishment.

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Angelus went to a cupboard in his study first before going upstairs to his bedroom. He opened the lowest drawer of his desk retrieving a small glass phial with a clear liquid from it. A tumbler and a can with red wine were standing on his desk and he looked at it with glittering eyes. Pouring the tumbler full to three quarters, he then added about half a teaspoon of the liquid from the phial and replaced it in the drawer again. The label attached to its front could clearly be read: Holy Water. He took the glass and at length made his way upstairs heading for his bedroom.

~~~*~~~

As he opened the door, a most pleasurable sight was spread out before him. His naked Childe was lying on the bed with both arms extended to his sides bound by the silk girdles, eyes blindfolded. His skin delicate, his back curving down to firm buttocks and sinewy legs. At his entry the boy bit down on his lower lip trying to hide its quivering evoked by fear. He could smell the fear of his newborn Childe but as it was trying to hide it he didn't care to scold the boy but decided to wait and see how he would hold up along the impending events of the night, well, day.

The first thing he would do right now would likely be the worst anyway as he didn't have anything particularly planned other than bugger this one blind six ways from Sunday. Well, maybe some whips with the cat-o’-nine-tails. And a lot of nibbling and licking.

He placed the tumbler on the bedside table and took in the sight of his amorous looking Childe. The pallid and soft shape of his frame counteracted the deep crimson red satin sheets of the flounced four-poster.

Angelus clicked his tongue at this captivating prospect choosing it was worth to be captured in a drawing. But first things first. He approached the bed took up the glass of wine and settled beside William on the bed reaching around the head with his right hand and placing it on the young vampire's forehead pulling his head up from the cushion beneath.

"Would ye like t' say something before I punish ye, me boy?"

"... I'm sorry I have disappointed you and disgraced you before your Sire, Master..."

"Ye are forgiven. But ye know I still have t' discipline ye... and t' clean yer mouth from the tarnish of tonight, right?"

"Yes, Sire."

"Nevertheless, I love ye Childe, however harsh the punishment might seem t' ye, understood?"

"Yes, Sire... Sire? What did I do wrong aside interrupting your assemblage?"

"That, me lovely Childe, I'm not goin' t' tell ye. Ye find out either yerself or being disciplined until ye do. Anything else?"

"No, Sire."

"Very well then... Drink this wine, dinna spill it, dinna spit it out, just swallow," and with that he placed the tumbler at William's lips and poured the wine into his open mouth.

Whatever William had expected, certainly not this. The wine felt like hot pokers driven down his throat making sizzling noises burning his lips and soft inner tissue of the cavern of his mouth, his esophagus and stomach. He coughed and choked wailing out in agony and squealing out high-pitched yelps while flinging his body around like frantic with the in vain attempt to escape the pain.

It took close to an hour until his cries subsided to a shallow whine his strength wasted beyond the still insufficient capacity he possessed in his so very young life as an undead.

Angelus had employed the time to his amusement of drawing. He couldn't very well draw this writhing and in pain contorted figure on the bed but he could recollect the sight of William on the bed as he had entered the room earlier. Equipped with a good memory for things, he found deserving to be drawn and he had to rely on that a few times before to his enjoyment the outcome had been upright pleasing each time. Exactly like now.

Rising from the chair Angelus strolled over to the bed and took the blindfold off William’s eyes searching them for any display of hate for being treated like that by his Sire but there was only pain, confusion, hurt pride – no hate. Angelus was relieved and appreciatively stroking a curl out of his Childe’s face.

He decided that it was enough for this night considering this one was only a fledgling a few hours of age. Instead, he got off his clothing tossing them over a chair. For a moment, he simply stood waiting not taking his eyes off his Childe. Nevertheless, William held his head low and his gaze on the sheets.

”Look at me, boy,” and as requested the young vampire raised his crystal blue eyes up to meet his Sire’s glance a hint of a second fear glowed in them but was suppressed immediately and replaced by a willful stubborn glint.

Angelus smiled.

His Childe wouldn’t brake or simply bend to anyone. He was strong and had an individuality he had yet to discover. He wouldn’t just submit to his Sire out of simple fear but when out of a good mixture of both fear and respect even if that meant he would get punished for delaying the act of submission but it was particularly that fact which tickled Angelus and made him love this fledgling more over any other before.

Finally, William returned the smile shyly acknowledging that his Sire was over with the punishment for tonight and would give him comfort now.

The dark-haired vampire stepped up to the bedside and undid the ties of the silk bondages then slid under the covers beside his new lover. William made more room for his Sire leaning on his right elbow unsure how he was supposed to lie with him. Angelus snickered lightly and with a gentle pull made William come to rest on the left side of his chest pulling the young male’s head into crook between his neck and shoulder. A soft sigh escaped William’s lips, his breath tickling Angelus’ collarbone and making his hair stand up at the bliss he felt, at last drifting into deep sleep.
 

End Part I

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