Sire's Pet

Drusilla whimpered loudly as the belt strap was brought down on the backs of her thighs again, red-hot pain slicing through her and making her confused mind a torrent of emotions pouring out in nonsense words. Angelus had been beating her for more than fifteen minutes now, angry weals had raised themselves and marked her perfect pale legs and her face was streaked with tears; All because she'd dared to question her Sire.

Watching from the shadows, Penn drew a little closer as cool blood began to flow from the wounds and filled the air with its intoxicating scent, mingling in a sensory symphony with the moans of the sobbing vampiress bent across the bed and bound with leather straps. Finally, once Drusilla had passed out from the pain and lay white and shaking on the bed utterly unconscious, Angelus beckoned his newest Childe over and slid an arm around his shoulders;

"Ye stop once they faint, boy. 'Tis no enjoyment when they cannot scream, and besides 'tis a waste of effort, as they cannot feel the pain once fainted"

Penn nodded, licking his lips as Drusilla began to stir and Angelus pushed the belt gently into his hands, half-smiling wickedly;

"Have a turn, 'tis remarkably liberatin' yee'll find"

Down in his own quarters, which for some time he'd shared with Drusilla after Darla recognised the two had feelings, William winced with every renewed crack of the belt, knowing that it was not Angelus weilding it this time; it wasn't sharp and fast like his skillful cracks across the flesh were, and was almost certainly causing Dru agony. It if it hadn't been for fear of enduring his Sire's wrath and most likely torture of his own, William would have run up to stop the treatment now; All Drusilla had done wrong was to ask if Daddy still loved her now he had Penn, she knew no better with her child's mind, and was being beaten for it like a naughty girl.

"Don't feel bad for her"

The soft, light voice came from the bottom of the stairs, not ten paces away from where William was standing, yet he'd not heard Darla approach. Tonight her mass of blonde curls was piled on top of her head and glittered with diamond studded hairpins; Darla always wanted the best, and gave her affection freely to any who could provide her with it. Tonight it was William's turn to be at the receiving end of her compassion, as it was he who'd obtained the midnight blue silk and velvet dress she wore which whispered secrets around her shapely legs as she walked.

"'Ee's beatin' 'er again, why shouldn't I feel bad?"

William answered tersely, not wishing to offend her, but naturally perturbed. Darla smiled down on him, full of pity, and almost danced across the few paces between them to lay a hand on his shoulder;

"Don't question him, William - you know it will end up bad for you if you do. He has Penn to teach now, don't you think it will be good to have a new vampire to teach? We'll have fun showing him his new world"

William remembered very well what that new world had been like for he and Drusilla; full of pain as they were broken to their Sire's will. Crimson with blood, and not just that of their victims. Yet he couldn't find any kind of pity for the torments Penn would undoubtedly undergo in being made the Childe Angelus wanted, because William himself should have been that Childe. The rejection made him boil over with hate, and as he looked up at Darla, he realised she was watching him fascinated. Stroking his cheek gently she said;

"Come out and hunt with me tonight, child. Angelus is taking Penn later, and as for Drusilla, no dinner for bad girls who cheek their Fathers"

"Some other night"

William flinched as the hand stroking his face snapped out sharp nails, catching him across the cheek and making him cry out involuntarily, backing away as Darla's beautiful face disapeared under her demonic visage;

"That was not a request. It was an order, you'll hunt with me or you'll spend a few days in the presence of your Sire answering for disobeying his own"

she snarled, taking William by the hand and marching him out of the door as her vampire features faded back, having made her point. A tightly coiled mesh of black, boiling hate and fear started unfolding in the space where William's soul used to be, consuming him with turmoil. He'd thought Darla had taken pity on him; but all she was taking was advantage of him in his emotional state. She didn't have her favorite Childe to play with, so she'd play with someone else, and it caused the feelings of being a toy to be picked up and disgarded at will to surface again. Not for the first time, William longed for the times long ago when Angelus would take him into his embrace and the two would spend nights on end in a passionate haze. Those times, it seemed, were gone now forever. He'd been replaced.

Penn woke to the clank of chains slowly moving, and sat up to see what was going on. The day outside was approaching its zenith but behind the blacked-out windows and velvet drapes, Penn and the other vampires were perfectly safe, and in the near pitch-blackness Drusilla froze as she felt eyes light on her. She'd laid down where she'd been flung, accepting without question or protest that Daddy wanted her to sleep on the floor of his room today, but the chains had become uncomfortably tight around her delicate wrists, and she'd been trying to loosen them. Penn had the same unsettlingly intense gaze as his Sire which bored holes into people's hearts even when they couldn't see the person staring, and it made Drusilla whimper a couple of times before laying back down and falling still, dewy eyes gleaming in the darkness with tears of fear. Assured that the girl wasn't going to try anything, Penn lay down and rested his head back on the broad, muscular expanse of Angelus' chest, perfectly still and silent. Angelus coming into his life had been a godsend for Penn; the eldest son of a strict father he was cramped and restricted. Engaged to be married to the plainest and least interesting girl it had ever been his misfortune to clap his eyes on, Penn had a roving eye which one night in a quiet drinking establishment had fallen on a solitary figure at a back table, perusing the London Times and sipping a glass of whiskey. The first thing that had struck was the magnetic power of his eyes, shaded by a pronounced brow ridge and deep set, yet they glittered with life and a mischievous malice. Before he'd known it, Penn had been caught staring, and struggled for breath as the man approached him, finishing his drink and tucking the paper under one arm. The immediate impression he'd left on Penn was astonishment at how a man of his build could move with such fluid grace; he was solidly muscular from his high, broad shoulders right down to his handsomely turned calves which were showed to maximum effect by oxblood red velvet knee breeches and cream stockings. In the presence of such obvious nobility, Penn stood, and immediately regretted such an action; he was tall for his day, but the man before him stood several inches taller. Suddenly weak at the knee, Penn readily agreed to the suggestion that he should go with the imposing stranger to the room he had upstairs, flattered by compliments and drunk on the heady feeling of soft, cool lips against him, Penn had been dizzy with desire by the time Angelus had locked the door behind them and stripped the younger man's frock coat from him, unfastening his lace fronted shirt and planting cold, tingling kisses along his chest before allowing Penn to interfere with his own clothes, within minutes the two had been naked, and Penn had trembled as for the first time in his life he felt another man's mouth around his cock, obviously skilled in pleasing a man, Angelus had allowed Penn to come within inches of orgasm before stopping, resuming his kisses and carefully placing tiny bites, never breaking the skin, over Penn's chest and shoulders. Once the boy had been ready, the elder creature positioned himself over Penn's face and had pulled the warm human mouth up to engulf his hard member, stiffening it even more and lubricating it ready to be eased into Penn's virgin passage. At first Penn had bitten his lip in pain as Angelus pushed inside him, but soon had relaxed and begun to moan with pleasure as the rock hard cock rammed inside him, glorying in the feeling of those strong hands grasping Penn's waist as with an inhuman growl, Angelus came inside him and in the same movement as bucking his hips forth to bury himself even deeper inside Penn, he lunged forward and sank his fangs into the boy's neck, taking only a little before bringing his partner to a shuddering climax himself and laying to grasp the mortal tightly to him, enjoying the feeling of the creature's heart hammering against his ribs and lapping at the blood which oozed from the bite wound.

That had been more than a month ago now; torture and more sex had followed after Angelus had dragged him to his town house, keeping him there until Penn was ready to take the gift of his blood. Now he was being taught the ways of a vampire, and he'd never felt more exhilarated or more dedicated to any creature than he was to his Sire.

The vampire who'd become his idol was now laying peacefully asleep beside him; that night he'd supervised the killing of Penn's sister, the last of his family, and had approved so much that he'd rewarded Penn by allowing him to suck his master's hard cock and swallow his emission. As always, Penn couldn't resist tracing the outline of Angelus' thin, hard lips with one finger as he watched him sleep, and was blissfully unaware of a piercing blue eye at the keyhole, which even now was red with angry tears.

"Will I be a Princess, and have servants and maids and valets and all kinds of things?"

asked Drusilla wistfully as William pulled a brush through her sable hair, careful not to go too far forward and brush against the bleeding mark on the side of her face;

"Once I'm done luv, you'll be the pret'iest a'Princesses, and nobody'll ever 'urt you again"

he replied, pursing his lips to stop him saying anything he might regret with his Sire and Darla so close, plastering kisses over one another on a nearby chaise longue;

"What would be the fun in that?"

Darla smiled with playful feline evil, casting her icy eyes over at the pair, and making Dru shrink back against William in fright. The marks from where Angelus and Penn had beaten her still made sitting a little painful and served as a reminder to be careful in future. For many nights, ever since it had been certain that Penn would be joining the ranks of vampires who stemmed from Darla and Angelus, William had been trying to find a way to get himself back into the position of Favourite Childe, doing everything his Sire asked of him without question and without his usual cocky backhanded comments which he knew aggravated Angelus and strayed dangerously close to insults. To his dismay, nothing seemed to have worked; Angelus had been just as ignorant of anyone else's feelings as he ever was, and consequently William had withdrawn with his Princess and tried over and over to think of some way to get back to how it used to be.

"Now, William, there's no need to be whisperin' poison in the girls' ear. There'll be pain, plenty of it, and the both of ye will deserve every bit"

As far as William was concerned, that was the last straw. He slammed the brush down to an amused glare from Darla, but the amusement soon disappeared when she saw the set of his face, the glistering hate in his eyes and the granite-hard lips

"Not any more. Not from you or 'im or 'er"

he jabbed an accusatory finger at Darla, and would have at Penn if he'd been present. Behind him, Drusilla began a low moaning, quaking away on all fours to crouch behind the chair and cover her eyes

"Daddy will hurt you! Daddy and mummy Darla will beat you like they did me!"

"Stop it Dru, it ain't going to be like that"

"Daddy will take you to his little room upstairs, where he keeps all the worst things"

"I said shut up Dru! Just for a minute luv...."

Absolute silence, so thick you could have cut a chunk off and tasted its rancour, fell in the room. Darla was still watching with keen interest, eager to see her Childe prove himself in the field of discipline, and licked her lips in anticipation as Angelus joined William in standing, sliding into his demonic form easily;

"Ye just made a very serious mistake, boy. Could cost ye deeply. Now, which limb shall we start with.... "

he made a lunge for William and crashed backwards into the chair which Drusilla had been covering behind moments before, but was now clutching a curtain, trembling and wailing to herself. Laughing madly, Angelus rolled off his Childe and dangled him by his arm, just the way he'd done when William had been mortal, swinging him painfully so his shoulder began straining;

"Ye hold a pen with the right hand, don't ye boy?"

he enquired, giving the wrist he was holding - the right wrist - a sharp twist. a sickly crackle of bone accompanied the action, and Drusilla raised her wails as it reached her ears;

"No more letters home for little William for a while I think, but then again they'd go unanswered wouldn't they? Because I already helped ye kill yee'r family. Ye cried, boy, when yee'r little sister was a'laying in yee'r arms cold, yee'r a pathetic excuse for a Childe and yee'll take me punishment"

his Sire growled, realising that even as cool blood ran from the shattered and torn tissues of his wrist, William was silent, staring Angelus is the eyes. The impasse went on to several minutes, during which Angelus - slightly rattled - had allowed William to stand;

"What now boy? Attack me? I'd have ye in an moment"

"Dru, come 'ere darlin' - come to me"

he said quietly, controlled. Drusilla obeyed, and clung behind his shoulders. In a moment where nothing in William's head seemed real, and nothing anywhere else seemed to be happening at all let alone being real, William had lashed out with his good hand at the female who even now was circling him and his Mate, slashing at her throat with his nails. Shocked, Darla gave a horrified squeal and the force of the blow spun her so that she fell in a disarranged heap on the chaise longue, blood welling over the cream taffeta ruffles around her neck. It was while Angelus had knocked the two younger vampires aside to attend his own Sire's plight that William seized a chance he knew he'd only get once, and yanked Dru out the door with him, tearing out through the vestibule, ripping the door from it's hinges, and spilling panting involuntarily into the night. A rush of air that seemed superheated with rage battered them to the wall, as having given chase, Angelus pinned William to the wall by his shoulders with Drusilla still behind him;

"And where d'ye think yee're off to *boy*"

It wasn't even a term of affectionate punishment now, William knew that, just something to be spat out like bad Chardonnay. Before his Sire could exact any further pain, William dipped his hands down, and in one fluid movement had produced two silver daggers, sheathed to protect their owner, and dug them with a combination of crunch and hiss into the bigger vampire's body, one piercing his liver, the other neatly embedded in the bottom of a lung. The wounds began to smoke as the force and the pain knocked Angelus sprawling to the ground;

"Blessed daggers. I should'a known yee'd carry such a thing"

he rasped, pulling the lower dagger out and letting it fall as a violent spasm forced an arc of dark blood out of his mouth;

"Jus' remember. Yee're mine and I'll find ye"

he informed William, who had taken Drusilla in his arms and was holding her while she sobbed loudly.

"I'm countin' on it, Angelus"

William gave him a cocky salute, pulling the other dagger out along with a spurt of blood and using it to pin Angelus' right hand to the ground;

"Don't worry 'bout writin' or anythin' now"

he told the prone vampire, before leading Dru away and to the carriage house. Barely touching even Immortal ears, William was heard to whisper as he wiped away a single tear;

"I'll still love y'when y'find me, Sire"