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Slowly...
Silently, he stalks through the shadows.
Although she doesn't see him, instincts tell her to hurry.
As the girl turns the next corner he pounces, snarling with excitement, imagining the sweet taste of her blood flowing into his mouth, down his throat... the whimpers she's making as her life slips away from her... the glorious sound of her dying breath, escaping from her lungs as she clutches onto her life.
The girl turns... Screams...
He grabs at her, clutching onto her wrist, holding her still. With his other hand he grasps her throat, squeezing mercilessly. She begins to choke... He sniffs deeply, her scent teasing his nostrils, begging him to bite down, begging him to drink... deeper...
He grips her throat tighter, her scent overwhelming him, her panicked groans filling his ears as if music.
She moans, now the world begins to blur, her eyes role back into her head and her body loosens as she is sucked into unconciousness.
"Wait Lad" says a calm voice from behind him. He turns as Angelus steps out of the shadow. "You don't wanna let the moment be gone too soon now do ya?" he says slowly. A wicked grin appears on his face as Penn releases his grip on the girl and lets her body slump to the ground.
"No Angelus, We wouldn't want that" he says, flashing Angelus a coy smile. As Angelus returns his smile, Penn moves closer, their lips meet and Angelus pushes into Penn, kissing him deeper. As the girl comes to she opens her eyes to see the two men standing above her embracing and kissing passionately.
She slowly edges away from the pair, and carefully stands up making sure not to make a sound... "you won't get far lass" Angelus says interrupting the silence.
Hearing this the girl charges off into the alley panicking...
After running desperately through many dark streets the girl runs into an alley, only to be confronted by a locked door... as she desperately tries to open the door the vampire catches hold of her and turns her around, the look of terror on her face is enough to make a vampire orgasm on the spot. As she looks into Penn's feral yellow eyes, he raises his hand and carves a cross into her smooth cheek with his claw before biting into her neck, and drinking deep, the smooth warm blood flowing into his cold undead mouth.
When she took her last breath and her heart ceased beating Penn dropped her body to the ground and turned to face his sire.
"There now isn't that better" Angelus said to him, smiling.
"better" Penn repeated slowly, as his features returned to their human form.
"your first kill... deftly done" Angelus said as he stood over the body. Penn and Angelus move closer and look at the girl's motionless corpse.
"She was my sister-" Penn says looking at the girl, "yet you feel nothing" Angelus finished. As the pair both looked on at the girl Penn realised that what his sire said was true. He did not feel anything for the girl, she was just... food...
"no... feel hungry" he said with firm belief. Angelus chuckled, "Aah you do learn quickly" he said. "My father would disagree" Penn replied. Angelus smiled wickedly, "well then maybe its time you shared with him what a good student you've become".
As Penn thought about it the better and better this idea was becoming. He'd never understood his father while he was human, and his father had caused him a lot of pain... it only seemed fair that he should return all that his father gave him.
"My father, yes, they'll all be sitting down to dinner now" he said. Angelus' smile widened "aah a feast, excellent..."
Angelus remembered the time he was changed... the lust for the kill, the desire for revenge on his own father. The disappointment that it had not lasted longer... it was after this that Angelus realised that there was much more to killing and feeding, if it was done in the right way... it was an art- and at this he was a master.
"when they invite you in, favour it Penn, you'll not recapture the moment... Family blood is always the sweetest". With that, Angelus moved in to kiss him, pulling him close, the smell of the kill circling them like eagles...
"Having fun boys?" Darla said emerging from the shadows, wiping fresh blood from the corner of her mouth "I see he's taken his first kill?" Darla smiled, "listen to Angelus, he's a good teacher" she said, linking arms with Angelus as they began to walk...
"Have you had a kill yet my love?" she asked.
He frowned. "No not yet", he replied, "but I think Penn would like to pay his father a visit"...
*****
Part 2: A Crimson Feast
When the arrived at the tall dark house, it was nearly ten of the clock. The shutters and curtains on the house were all closed tightly, and only light escaping from the tiniest of holes hinted that there was life inside. Darla stood at the front of the building, while Penn and Angelus went to check the back. When they returned, Angelus gave her a wink and she knew it was all set. Having barricaded the doors everything was set and Penn took a deep breath, out of force of habit, before knocking the door.
Inside a chair scuffed across floor, before footsteps approached. "Who is it?" called a woman, through the thick wood of the front door. "it is Penn, mother, I'm with friends. May we come in a while to warm up? It's frightfully cold out here".
When he finished speaking all went silent. After a minute she spoke up, "Oh... well... I'm sorry lad. Your father says not to let anyone in after dark", her voice was sympathetic, and she sounded genuinely sorry. Penn bit back his anger. "Oh, ok mother, I shall see you later then" he said almost calmly. "Goodbye son" she called through the door before the footsteps retreated further inside the house.
Darla and Penn scowled in unison. "I never realised how obedient she was" he said whilst half laughing. "Now what Angelus?" Darla said turning to her lover. He smiled cruelly and said "more than one way to skin a-" he paused and looked Penn in the eye. Penn grinned wickedly and finished his sentance. "human" he said laughing.
* * * * *
"Go on boy" Angelus said after he'd finished wrapping the cloth about the stick he held. Penn removed a small flask from his left breast pocket and tipped the contents over the cloth. Darla giggled softly as Penn turned to her expectantly. "Where are the matches?" he asked almost naively, another giggle and a flirtatious glance gave all the prodding he needed.
He took a step towards Darla and smiled. She returned his smile as his hands moved for her chest. When his hands met the lace of her corset Angelus growled. Penn looked to his sire and was ready to back off, when he noticed that he was smiling. It had been a growl of pleasure.
Shaking off the human side of himself, that still held inhibitions, he reached into Darla's ample cleavage. Nothing. She giggled again, this time Angelus joined in.
He watched the boy fumble in Darla's cleavage, and although Penn was no virgin he still had a lot to learn. Angelus thought back to when he and Darla had first met him. Only a few nights before they had found him in bed with a wench. He had impressed them both, within minutes, after Darla had killed the wench. Instead of screaming and crying like most would have, he simply slit his wrists and awaited death. Darla had found this most amusing, something special... So I turned the lad. Made him my childe.
As Penn removed his hand from her chest Darla smiled, and winked at him. He appeared puzzled and she decided it was time for a clue. Slowly she reached down and lifted the side of her dress, revealing her slender ankle and elegant shoe. Penn's face seemed to click as he grasped the location of the item.
Kneeling down on the soft dirt of the street he began to slowly run his hands up her leg. The fine lace stockings she wore only went to just below her knees. When his hands met the soft flesh of her knee a low moan escaped her lips as his hands slipped across the smooth skin. A few more inches and he found what he was after. A black lace suspender held a small purse of matches. As he reached in to remove them from the suspender, he planted a gentle kiss on her thigh, which sent a ripple of pleasure through-out her entire body.
When he stood a quiver of aniticipation surged through his body. Angelus gave him a curt nod and he struck a match off the rough brickwork of the old house. Fire sprung to life and the match glowed, the heat warming his fingers. Seconds later he lowered it to the makeshift torch and the cloth burst into flames. Raising the torch above his head, Penn gave one last glance to Darla, her smile inciting his own, before he threw it through the old window.
As the torch flew through the windows the curtains caught, flames slowly climing towards the ceiling. From inside his mother screamed loudly, and through the flaming window they could see the pair desperately trying to dowse the buring dinner table. The woman rushed into the back, obviously trying to escape through the back door and another scream of frustration rang out when she discovered it to be blocked. Seconds later, the drinks cabinet caught light and the various spirits inside exploded, trapping the woman in the back. She continued to scream and the man, Eric, Penn's father, could do nothing as the doorway was blocked by burning alcohol. Realising that he could save himself, he rushed to the window. Grabbing the burning frame he clambered out and lay on the floor outside. Listening in pain as his wife burned inside the house. He passed out.
* * * * *
When Eric awoke he was in another place, at first he thought it was a hospital, but on second inspection he realised differently. The room was dimly lit, with only a single candle placed next to the bed. His hands were tied tight to the bed, and he was naked, and he could hear a woman's gentle laughter in the next room. "Hello?!" he called out in fear. Whoever was laughing silenced for the time being, but still no one came to him. "Hello?" he called again, praying to the lord that whoever it was had brought him here to help him, dispite the bonds.
Penn laughed as his father's face turned to that of dispair. Slowly he emerged from the shadows, allowing the candlelight to flow across his human features. "Penn?" his father said with confusion "Was the fire your doing boy? Your mother's dead..." he said, a mixture of pain and anger. Penn smiled wickedly, "yes it was my doing father" he said, observing his father's look of disappointment. "I always knew you were a sinner" he said angrily, then he seemed to visably mellow, "sorry it turned out this way son". Penn laughed, amused by his father's attempt of affection, "I'm not" he said cruelly. As he walked across the room Eric saw that he held a thick silver candlestick in his hand. As he neared the bed he raised it above his head, and brought it down across his father's head, knocking him unconcious.
* * * * *
Eric awoke for the second time that night. Finding himself still naked, and tied up, and now lying on a cold stone floor. The laughing he could hear before was now closer, infact, right next to him. When he openened his eyes, he saw a beautiful blonde woman straddling an attractive man on a bed, in the throws of love-making. The woman giggled as the man teased her breasts, but Eric found it disturbing that the pair were both looking straight at him.
"Eric!" Penn called from across the room. His father was tied on the floor, in the most pitiful of positions. Good he thought. After all, that is the whole point of this. Penn emerged from the shadows, now naked aswell, and knelt down next to the man. Eric looked up, on the verge of tears, and stared his son in the eyes. Which seemed to change before him. Now yellow and feral his eyes screamed death. Oh boy, what have you become? His father took a deep breath and almost screamed himself. "What are you?" he choked, as his son opened his mouth, revealing razor sharp teeth. Penn bit down upon his shoulder and the man began to pray, repeating the lord's prayer under his breath over and over. He's drinking my blood! Suddenly, Penn moved away from him, his teeth blood stained and redness running from the corner of his mouth. In that moment, Eric again became aware of the woman laughing, struggling to take his eyes off've his son he looked to the bed. Oh God. Both the man and woman's features had changed. Oh God! he repeated in his head, They... they're... vampires!
Penn was still enchanted, his father's blood was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He wanted more, but he knew he could not. He wanted his father to suffer as he had, and Angelus had already taught him that eating him is too fast a death. Oh well he smiled on to the next step. Leaning down he undid the rope around his father's legs, leaving him bound by the hands. Eric slowly sat himself up, still woozy from the bloodloss, too weak to run. Eric tried to speak "What-" he paused, attempting to swallow dispite having a bone dry throat, he continued "are you going to do to me boy?" Penn turned to his father, a blank, emotionless stare on his face, "oh I'm going to kill you" he said matter-of-factly.
As he made the rope into a noose before his father's eyes, they widened in horror. The man pleaded as Penn placed the noose around his neck. He began to sob as Penn attached to rope to a hook on the wall outside the window. He choked in pain as he dangled, from the rope outside the tavern window. With his father dying Penn turned his attention to Darla and Angelus. Laying down on the bed Penn ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Darla's thigh then teased the small of Angelus' back. "Come boy" Angelus said lustfully "Ya know ya can do better than that", flashing Penn a wicked grin he kissed him, forcing him to rock in time to his thrusts.
After spending hours sickeningly watching the three vampires making love, Eric felt nothing but relief in the few moments before he slipped into unconciousness.
* * * * *
They lay, limbs entwined in a blissful peace. Darla sighed and smiled before turning to face her two lovers. "Well boys, I don't know about you..." she paused, realising she did know about them. Smiling flirtatiously, she stood and pulled on a thin white dress. "Come" she said to the pair as she left the room.
Looking into his sires eyes Penn smiled before he stood and clothed himself in trousers and a loose shirt. Angelus followed suit as he made his way downstairs after Darla.
When he arrived downstairs a he was surprised to find a good few men and women eating and drinking a late supper at the dining table. The large inn-keeper noticed the three stood in the doorway, "come!" he called "sit!" he paused, "would ya like something to eat?" Darla turned to Angelus and smiled, "yes" she called back, as she revealed her game face, "we would" she said cruelly. Wandering into the room, Angelus followed her lead, revealing his true face. The seated humans recoiled in fear as Penn ventured into the room, revealing a sharp metal finger-claw. Moving towards a young lad that couldn't have been much older than he is... was... is... well he looked fairly young anyways, and Penn took a great deal of pleasure in carving his cheek, just as Angelus had taught him.
* * * * *
By the next morning the vampires were gone. Leaving the naked corpse hanging from the Inn, for all to see in the new light of the morning. And the fools in the inn dried up, carved up and dead to the world. "The blood!" Penn exclaimed "it was... the sweetest thing I've ever tasted" he said excitedly as they boarded their carriage. "Look" Angelus said plainly, a grin forming on his face. As he drew the curtain back Penn's grin matched his own. At the end of the street was the Inn, with a crowd formed beneath. Some crying, other laughing at his lack of dress. Penn smiled as Angelus closed the curtain. He embraced his sire, and kissed him softly on the mouth. "Where to now?" Penn asked, Darla spoke up, "let's go to Vienna my love". She smiled, as Angelus warmed to the idea. "Yes" he agreed, "Vienna it is". With that, the carriage set off for Southhampton. The new-born vampire enjoying the first real company he could call family.
~fin~