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It wasn't supposed to be like this.

My Childe sitting in a silent cold crypt amongst their dead, not able to feed from, nor fight, any human due to the cursed Initiative. Alone, with no one by his side. Dru having recently been returned only to be dusted by another vampire. Darla - gone and me sitting here, trapped by the soul that consumes my life. The demon inside me is rattling his chains, pounding against the bars, raging for me to set him free, if only to care for my injured childe. But I know that once he's released there will be no going back.How can I help my childe? My beautiful, beautiful,childe...

I know he's here. I can feel him. I can smell his emotions warring for control. His demon trying to get free. I want my Sire. I want my Sire. I want my Sire. I want my Sire. I want my Sire. I want my Sire.

His blood is calling to me. I can hear it, I can feel the longing my childe has for me; for his Sire. How did I let this happen? My childe, my beloved, help me find you.

My Sire I need you. I need to taste your blood. I need to feel your touch, to hear your voice. I need to be close to you. Please my Sire, please, walk through that door and claim me as your childe once again. Mark me as your own.

My demon is screaming for release. How can I rid myself of this soul and take what's mine?! I need my childe, my family, my blood. He's MINE I need him more that anything else this world has to offer. He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! He's mine! He's mine!

I can feel him close. He's here and he's calling to me. My Sire. The only being in this unlife that can make me whole again. Please Sire, come and make me whole again. Take me as you once did and make me yours.

I roar. My demon is free and the soul is gone. My Childe is waiting, wanting, needing, me.

I hear him roar, a smile creeping across my face as I listen to that haunting sound. My Sire is back. No soul, no crazy arse bastard trying to suck the world into hell, just my Sire. The god of my unlife, the one who created me, the only one I have loved. He's here and he's coming to me. I move to the end of my bed, sitting on the edge with my head bent in submission; waiting.

I walk into his crypt the silence almost deafening. I advance to my childe sitting on the end of his bed, his head down in silent submission to his Sire. I sit in the chair that is drawn up across from him as my eyes wander over the perfectly sculpted form of my most beloved childe. The platinum hair curling around his head, his pale skin flawless his body,even clothed, the model of perfection. I move the chair closer to the bed so my spread knees are pressed against the mattress with my childe's between them. He still hasn't looked at me. I know what he wants, what he needs and now it's time to give.

I pull him off the edge of the bed to his knees in front of me. Bending down I rest my forehead on the soft curls on top of his head breathing in his scent; smoke, leather, arousal, Spike, William. Yes, this is my childe. I tilt his head back and cover his mouth with my own in a crushing kiss. He moans into the kiss as my fingers trace sown his spine and presses harder into me.

I release his mouth and he whimpers at the loss, his clear blue eyes look up at me begging to be claimed the way I did once. He needs to feel this, needs to know he's mine in the most primal way. I quietly order him to take off his clothes and get on the bed.

He stands, doing what I requested, then climbs onto the old bed each movement marked by the creaking of the old mattress springs and lies face down on the bed, hands at his sides and head faced away from me.

But I want him to watch. I want to know how much he wants me. I stand and move to one side of the bed, and command him to look at me. His head snaps to face me standing at the side of the bed, I command him to watch as I undress.

I know he's already hard, his long, thick, erection jutting out proudly from his body was obvious as he moved to the bed. I know that watching me is only making him harder. I can smell the precome leaking out of his cock pressed against the bed beneath him, he is resisting the urge to move, to cause friction and complete himself because that's what he wants from me. He wants me to complete him, to make him come.

I command him to his hands and knees as I position myself behind him. My hands caress his perfectly formed ass, moving to his hips, his back. I drape myself across his back and kiss the nape of his neck, "Beg me Childe."

"Claim me Sire, please, I need you. Please my Sire, please."

My demon comes to the fore at these words as I sit up readying myself to take him. I slice into his ass with a fang causing a lusty moan from my chosen one. I use the blood to coat my straining erection, then a hand on each cheek I plunge into his tight channel. He screams as his flesh is torn, I can feel the blood inside him. I pull back so only my swollen tip is left inside him and shift slightly so that when I thrust back in I hit his prostate causing another moan of pleasure from his beautiful lips.

He's close to the edge. I reach around and grasp his throbbing member, within a few strokes his ass clamps down hard on my cock as he spills his seed on my hand.

I pull out of him and flip him onto his back none to gently. I bring his legs up to rest on my shoulder, brace myself with a hand on each side of him and thrust back inside of him.

My rhythm is harsh and jarring. The mattress squeaks and groans with every movement. I watch my Childe's face twist with pleasure and desire as I continue my claiming. I thrust hard, I'm close. I'm ready to cum. I lean into my childe, still thrusting, I nuzzle his neck, "MINE" I growl as I sink my fangs into the original mark that had make him mine from the beginning.

"SIRE!"

He screams as he cums in spurts over our stomachs. I fill him with my own completion, marking him with my scent. Claiming him as we both needed.

I am happy for the first time in over a century. My life once again feels complete, because I'm no longer alone. *I* am slowly drifting off to sleep safely wrapped in the arms of my Sire.

~fin~