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Feed the Hunger - 10/? (*slash*)
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~MARCUS' POV~
My eyes flutter open first. I smile as I feel my two lovers snuggle close to me. I was right in bringing them to the
secret lair, and I sigh in relief as I feel Trish's and Rhyno's presence as well, but I also sense that they've brought a
few snacks along as well.
"Good morning, m'lord," Adam and Jason whispers in unison.
"Morning, my angels," I quickly reply, placing kisses on both of their foreheads.
Last night, the slayers had made their move and I had once again came dangerously close to losing what I hold
more sacred than life once again. I know that they used the wizard that they captured so long ago, otherwise they
wouldn't have found our locations so quickly.
I've come to a realization that we must free him or kill him in order to survive. I favor the first option more. There is
something vaguely familiar about him.
A whimper catches my attention, and I look over at Drew, who is shackled beautifully against the cold, concrete
wall. His muscles taunt and strained. He has obviously been trying to free himself.
His partner, Albert, is merely glaring at us with disgust.
"Dirty bloodsuckers," he growls in contempt.
My angels rise from the bed and make their way towards Albert with their fangs bared. They glance back and me
and I nod in approval, laughing as they descend upon the insolent man.
Albert's screams filled the room, and then the sweet sound of Adam and Jason feeding. I can feel them becoming
stronger.
Drew looks pale as he watches them.
Adam and Jason make a quick meal out of Albert and then turn to Drew.
A growl escapes my throat and they return to me. I have larger plans for Drew. What will McMahon do with a
vampire lover? I can just envision Drew ripping his heart out.
~RHYNO'S POV~
Shannon loves the priest?
I've been awake all night since Shannon's startling announcement.
Fuck.
I glare at the priest who is shackled before me. What does this weakling have that I can't offer Shannon?
I turn as I sense Shannon's presence. I hear the soft sigh of relief when he realizes that Shane is still alive.
"What do you want?" I growl.
He lowers his head submissively as he drops to all fours and crawls to me. His face nuzzles against my legs
affectionately. "Please don't kill him," he whimpers.
"He's a slayer," I growl.
"But he doesn't want to be, his father forced him to join the priesthood and the Slayers," Shannon quickly retorted.
"He has never killed before."
A smile slides across my face. "So he is a virgin to more than one thing."
Shannon frowns in confusion.
"Go find Matt and Jeff," I whisper.
"Who is our newest brother?" Shannon asked innocently, trying to distract me from his precious Shane.
"Billy," I whisper as I remember how sweet Billy's surrender and claiming had been. He had screamed and begged
at the top of his lungs as he watched Matt, Jeff, and Shannon feast upon Brock, until they had licked the bones
clean of any trace of flesh or blood.
Unlike Shane, who had stood and watched without expression, Billy had begged for his life as I forced him to
ground where I could rut with him in front of the others.
Shane passed out as I bit Billy on the shoulder infecting him with the werewolf virus, and Shannon had went to
him, protecting him from the hunger of his brothers.
"Please, don't harm him," Shannon whispered. "I can pleasure you better than he," he whispered as his hand slid up
my thigh.
"Really?" I growl, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and hauling him up. "Prove it."
~CHRIS' POV~
I stare at the struggling man before me. Part of me wants to release his shackles and let him flee, but the vampire
part of me wants to rip his throat out and feast upon his blood.
I jump as Trish wraps her arms around me. "Hungry?" She whispers.
I bite back a moan that escapes my throat. I feel my fangs descend. The look on the man's face humbles even me.
I pull away. I won't give into the hunger. I won't. I must not!
~TRISH'S POV~
Chris is not embracing the dark gift like I thought he would. It appears that his human conscious is strong and will
take sometime to disappear.
"You don't have to kill him," I whisper. "Just a little sip," I continue, trying to tempt him.
He pulls away from me.
"I'm a freak," he growls as he stares at the mirror in front of him. He's surprised that his reflection doesn't stare
back.
"You're a vampire," I growl, turning him so that he is facing me. "He is food," I say pointing at McMahon's son. "It
is your choice whether he lives or dies. You can only take a small amount and he will live."
"But if I bite him......."
"He'll remain human until you share blood. He must drink your blood in order to become one of us," I whisper.
His expression lightens. "I don't have to kill him like I did with Stacy?"
"No," I whisper, cursing myself for letting jealousy drive me to force him to kill the little tramp. Although it is
recommended that young ones kill their first victim, it isn't necessary.
He smiles as he looks at the shackled man.
"Feed," I whisper.
He walks to the man and grabs his wrist.
I smile triumphantly as I hear his fangs pierce the skin and the soft sucking sounds of Chris feeding.
~THE WIZARD'S POV~
I see the vampires and werewolves in their secret lair. Their numbers are growing as they induct more members
into their clans.
I know Vince McMahon said to tell him the moment that I located them, but I don't really care what he wants. I
only told him the location last night because I knew it wasn't their secret lair, and they needed to be aware of his
presence.
I smile at the sight of Drew shackled before Marcus. The idea of him becoming a vampire and then attacking
Vince will indeed be a treat.
I've been locked up in this grimy dungeon for two hundred years and I long for freedom and love. I'm the last of
my kind, thanks to the slayers and their zest for eliminating all that they don't understand or can't explain.
I long to tell Marcus that I am his twin brother. That we were separated at birth by our parents. My father being a
wizard and sensing that I, too, had the gift, stole me away from my human mother and brother.
I could hear my mother's sobbing each night. When I tried to comfort her, my father would sense what I was doing
and stop me. He said that she and my brother wasn't important.....they were mere mortals......beneath us.
I still hate him for that, but I hate him even more for trusting the McMahon clan. They ended up wiping out all the
wizards, save for me, who they captured and locked up like an animal.
I'm the last of my kind.
I stand alone.
I am Kane. Part man. Part monster.
~TBC~
