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Feed the Hunger - 7/? (*slash*)
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~ADAM'S POV~
I jerk awake, but quickly relax as I feel Jason curled up against me. I sigh in relief as I try to control my breathing.
Man did I have a fucking nightmare. I dreamed that ........
My eyes drift past Jason's blond hair to the man, or should I say creature laying behind him.
A soft thumping sound gains my attention and I turn in the direction of the sound. A frown forms on my forehead
as I stare at the man standing at the end of the bed, his wrists shackled to chains that hung from the ceiling.
"Bloody bloodsucker," he hisses as he practically spits at me.
A growl from Lord Marcus quickly silences him.
I turn and find myself staring directly into his green eyes.
I jump and he chuckles in amusement.
"The thumping sound you hear is the beating of his heart," Marcus whispers with a smirk. "Look closely at his neck
and focus in on the artery."
Too curious to stop, I do as he instructs. My eyes easily focus in on the right side of his neck. I carefully begin to
follow the path of the artery.
I jump as I actually hear the blood as it rushes throughout the artery.
Marcus chuckles once again.
"Adam," Jason whispers as he yawns and stretches, still unaware of Marcus and the stranger. "I'm so hungry,"
Jason whispers, jumping as he realizes that we are not alone. "Who......?"
His eyes widens as he remembers and he clings closer to me.
"He bit me, Adam," Jason whimpers.
"I know," I whisper as I caress Jason's hair. "He bit us both. He has made us vampires."
Lord Marcus chuckles as he quickly rises from the bed and extends his hand to the both of us. "Come my
children. I'll show you how to feed."
I notice the chained man visibly tremble as we place our hands into Marcus' huge outstretched hands.
I blush as my stomach rumbles. I don't think that I've ever felt his hungry before.
I watch as Marcus moves behind the man, his fingers tracing along the arteries in the man's neck.
Jason growls as he lunges at the man, his newly formed fangs piercing the man's neck with ease.
I look to Marcus and he nods. "Feed my child."
Following Jason's lead, I latch onto the other side of the struggling, gasping man's neck. I know it's wrong, but I
can't stop myself. I need what he has. I need his blood.
Sick, hungry sucking sounds fill the room as we feed, draining the man of all his precious crimson fluid. Strangely, I
feel no remorse. No pity.
I feel Marcus standing behind us, urging us on.
Full and sedated, I pull away, licking my lips as if savoring the taste.
Jason smiles as he does the same. I grin as he leans forward and licks a drop of blood from the corner of my
mouth and then proceeds to kiss me.
The kiss is intoxicating. I can taste the man's blood as it mixes with Jason's unique taste.
Remembering that we are not alone, we break the embrace and stare at Marcus unsure of what to do.
Marcus grins as he unchains and removes the man's corpse from the room.
We stand together as we wait for him to return. I grin as Jason reaches over and places his hand in mine. We are
in this together, for better or worse.
"Beautiful," Marcus whispers as he stares at us. In the blink of an eye, we are swept into his huge, powerful arms
and gently carried to the bed. "It is time for your master to claim you," Marcus whispers seductively.
~CHRIS' POV~
My eyes flutter open and I smile as I see Trish cuddled up beside of me.
She actually stayed the night!
I glance at the closed curtains and frowned as I remembered what happened last night.
I whimper as hunger pains hit me.
Trish stirs and smiles at me.
"Hello, handsome," she whispers seductively. "Hungry?"
I nod.
She smiles as she pulls me from the bed and leads me to the kitchen.
I gasp as I see my neighbor Stacy laying naked and sprawled across my kitchen table.
"Trish?" I whisper, confused, whining as another hunger pain hits me.
She caresses my hair. "You must feed, my beloved," she whispers in my ear.
I glance at Stacy. "No. I won't kill her."
"You must. It is the way of vampires."
"You said that there are other ways," I protest weakly.
"Only after the first kill. You need her blood to survive," she argues.
"No!" I growl.
Trish smiles as she walks over to Stacy.
I watch mesmerized as she uses one of her fingernails to slash a small cut on her neck.
I watch the crimson fluid slowly flow down her long slender neck and I lick my lips hungrily.
"Feed," Trish growls.
Unable to control myself, I lunge at Stacy, lapping at the blood before piercing her neck with my fangs.
Stacy whimpers and squirms underneath me, but I grip her shoulders, holding her down.
"That's it Chris, drink," Trish coos.
As the blood floods my mouth, I'm lost in the hunger.
~SHANNON'S POV~
Visions of that girl being ripped apart flood my memory as the beast gently lays me down on the tousled bed.
I see Matt and Jeff's blood from where he first claimed them. I can smell it, along with the lingering scent of sex.
"Relax, little one," he whispers as he pushes me down onto the bed and proceeds to rip my clothes.
Relax?
I glance up into his eyes, which I swear was yellow a moment ago and a chill runs down my spine.
"GET OFF ME!" I growl as I beat at him with my fists.
He chuckles as he grabs my flailing wrists in one hand and easily holds them above my head.
"Small, but fierce," he whispers in admiration.
"FUCK YOU!" I growl, trying to control the beating of my heart.
"No. Fuck you, little one. I am the alpha male and you will soon submit willingly to me."
"NEVER!" I growl.
He chuckles in amusement.
"Such fire," he whispers as he covers my mouth with his.
I jump as a thick tongue presses into my mouth, silencing me. I whimper, but it does no good. My legs are spread
and lifted and his huge cock rubs against my tight opening.
I scream as he pushes inside of me. God, he's so huge!
It's strange, because as I lose consciousness, visions of Father Shane Helms drift into my mind. I had always
secretly desired him, even before he became a priest, but he was older and didn't seem to even notice that I
existed. Now as I lay here helpless as a demonic creature ruts on top me, I think of him.
As darkness claims me, I feel the creature bite my shoulder, marking me as his seed sprays deep within me.
~TBC~
