Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter Of Choice ❯ A New Companion ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

As things seem to settle down between the now ex lovers something else happens to shake up the dynamic of the group. But then, when did their existence ever go smoothly?

Disclaimer: This is an original work that has been in progress for nine years. While I have taken inspiration from a number of sources, the characters and plot line are entirely my own. Anyone wishing to use my characters must contact me for permission FIRST.

In later chapters there will be graphic violence, gore and scenes of a sexual nature - both homo and hetero sexual. There will also be character death. I am not responsible if you do not read this disclaimer and do not like the graphic content.

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A New Companion

Torin came back from hunting as usual, a little morose, wrapped up in his own thoughts. It had been that way since he had ended things between him and Demetriov. It had been a few years now, was it ten… twenty? He'd lost count. Things remained a little tense between them, but the two were in a sort of truce now. It was a kind of holding pattern, something so familiar to the both of them. Neither wanting to really part, but unable to bear any real closeness after so much bitterness and recrimination. It was hard, but Torin was beginning to adapt to it

Torin continued to muse as he entered their current abode, a town house they were renting. They were back in England again. Torin had seen much of Europe in the last couple of hundred years, and had drunk in the sights, the sounds. He found that wonder had been seriously knocked by the relationship highs and lows he had experienced. It was true, he felt a little jaded, but it would pass in time. He started to head towards what was his room, but was snapped out of his own feelings when he saw something strange. Demetriov was pacing up and down the living area of the house the four were now sharing, muttering to himself. He was curious; he had never seen Demetriov so agitated and it made more than a little concerned.

He made his way softly into the room, Demetriov muttering to himself, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings and Torin's approach

“What is it?” He asked softly as he neared the elder.

Demetriov barely noticed him, continuing to pace.

“Demetriov!” He barked, concern and agitation registering in his voice.

Demetriov turned suddenly in his tracks, stopping at last, a mixture of emotions playing across his features. Torin saw confusion, worry, and even… fear?

“What has got you in such a state?”

Demetriov turned his back to Torin once more, breathing heavily, lost in a fog of his own feelings and thoughts. The silence that drew out between them was uncomfortable, almost tangible, Demetriov starting to come to his senses. As it became apparent that Torin was not going to leave until he had an answer Demetriov sighed.

“It is nothing.” He said softly. “Do not concern yourself.”

Torin knew at once that he was lying. He had been given enough chances to learn to recognise the signs.

“More lies?” He asked acidly, the annoyance that had started in him earlier starting to take over his heart.

Demetriov turned toward him looking weary. “So it isn't nothing, but you needn't let it bother you. It is my affair and I shall deal with it.”

Torin laughed bitterly. “I sometimes wonder if I know you anymore. You used to confide in me. We never had any secrets, and yet I find that time has changed you.”

“Time changes us all.” He replied simply, not wishing to fight. They had done enough of that over the years.

“Indeed.” Torin spat. “I barely recognise you!” He knew he was being spiteful, but they were not friends yet and there was much bitterness still in him as yet.

“Please.” Demetriov asked quietly. “Just leave me be. I know you worry about me. You still care about me, I see that. In truth I care about you too, I miss the closeness we once had.”

Torin found himself softening at Demetriov's words. Damn. Here he was trying to offload some of his pain and Demetriov saw right through him. He was right, for all his bitterness he still cared about the elder, and hearing that feeling returned eased some of his pain. He wondered whether Demetriov knew that he still had such an effect on him, his mood still dark.

“You only have yourself to blame.” Torin replied darkly.

“I know, I always bring troubles on myself, I always have. My greatest flaw I think.” His tone was soft, almost musing.

He was introspective, not really registering his own thoughts and emotions, almost watching as a passenger. It was a strange feeling. Torin nodded his mood softening. Demetriov was taking a long hard look at himself, something which was long overdue. He took a deep breath.

“I hate to leave you alone with your troubles, but if I must…” He said with resignation.

“Please.” Demetriov replied softly. “I need to deal with this on my own.”

Torin nodded. It was time to offer the olive branch, they had been distant for long enough, and he longed for some of the closeness they had once shared. “Remember, you can still talk to me, no matter what it is. There isn't much you could shock me with now.”

Demetriov smiled wanly but did not reply. He appreciated the offer, but did not have suitable words with which to respond.

“You know where I am.” Torin stated simply.

When his comment was met with silence he turned and walked away, a little perturbed by the lack of response. He left it though, knowing Demetriov well enough to understand that he needed time to himself at this point. As he did he heard Demetriov speak quietly to himself, a single word that intrigued him.

“Adam.”

* * * * *

The incident was never spoken of again and Demetriov appeared to settle once more. It was twenty years later that I discovered who Adam was. It turned out that he was a youth of some reputation. He was blond, slim of build, with cruelty in his blue eyes. I was puzzled; when Demetriov had first spoken his name this man could barely have been more than a babe in arms. Demetriov began to spend time with him, more and more time in fact, much as he had done with myself many years before.

* * * * *

Torin returned from the hunt on an ordinary night, mulling over the topic of the moment it seemed - Adam. Curiosity ate at him. Who was this youth to Demetriov? He seemed an unlikely choice of lover; Torin felt he still knew Demetriov well enough to know that. Eventually his curiosity had overwhelmed him and he had to know more about Demetriov's new companion. He began to observe them together now and again, and began to dig around for information about Adam. The more he did so, the more he came to dislike this strange youth.

He found that Adam had a reputation as a cruel man, taking pleasure in the misfortune of others. When Torin observed the two together, he found Adam to be both arrogant and cold. Even Demetriov appeared to be putting up with him though only heaven knew why; he seemed to take no pleasure in Adam's company. What did he see in this man? He felt sure that this relationship would never last and felt with absolute certainty that the pair could not be lovers. He knew he was right about that.

Torin found that he was surprised that the relationship lasted for so long. It had been around a year since Demetriov had started to spend time with Adam. He found that he could feel no jealousy towards Adam, Demetriov's reactions to the youth saw to that, but he had this odd feeling of displacement. Was this youth meant to replace him? He couldn't see Demetriov making that choice and yet… what was it about the boy.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he nearly walked into the room where Demetriov was currently located without a second thought. Well that was until he heard a second voice, one he knew all too well. He looked up sharply, unseen by the occupants of the room, and was staggered to find Adam sat in their home! He and Demetriov were talking animatedly, neither appearing to notice his arrival in the hall. Overwhelmed by Demetriov's audacity he nearly stormed into the room and demanded to know what was going on. The man had some nerve, he knew that he had a taste for danger but this was going too far.

As parts of the conversation managed to filter into his consciousness, he found his initial annoyance changing, morphing into a kind of morbid curiosity. This perhaps was his chance to finally find out what was going on. Silently he crept till he was beside the doorway and safely out of sight. He knew that he shouldn't eavesdrop, but he just had to know what was going on.

“Come on Demetriov, after everything you are really going to deny me now?”

“I'm not sure I can.” Exasperation very evident in Demetriov's tone.

“You mean you won't!” Adam snapped, his tone making Torin's skin crawl.

“I didn't say that!”

Torin was stunned; he had never heard Demetriov back down like this. Even when he had begged Demetriov at the night if his change, Demetriov had been stubborn to the last.

“You know I want it so why deny me?”

“I think you want it too much!” Demetriov replied sharply.

Adam laughed cruelly. He seemed amused by his companion's consternation. Torin was astonished by the power he seemed to have over Demetriov. A little flame of anger needled at him now, just being any where near Adam seemed to have that effect on him.

“You are asking a lot of me.” Demetriov said quietly.

“It's no more than I deserve.”

“You presume too much.”

Torin smiled involuntarily as he heard Demetriov stamp down some authority. So he had not lost that presence of command just yet. He heard Demetriov rise and for a moment, Torin worried that he would be discovered, his heart hammering in his chest as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer. As they stopped he found himself holding his breathe, lest he be given away, but Demetriov did not leave the room.

“Come now.” Adam mocked. “You know this is how it is meant to be. Is it so strange that I would want to be a vampire?”

Torin marvelled at his audacity, the depth of his loathing seeming to increase as he heard the youth speak with such arrogance. Demetriov had obviously revealed himself to Adam, but for what reason or purpose he could not fathom. Still, after finding that he had brought Adam here, it was of little surprise. Torin was now a tangle of confused thoughts. Demetriov's actions were unprecedented. What in heaven and earth could be prompting such rash and dangerous behaviour?

“No.” Demetriov replied softly. “Though what concerns me is the pleasure you take from seeing me kill. You enjoy it too much and I worry how things would be if I gave you that power over others.”

Adam laughed once more. “I wouldn't worry about that. I promise to behave. I wouldn't want to jeopardise our existence.”

Silence fell between them, and Torin knew that Demetriov would be thinking it over. Torin could understand his concerns. He agreed with Demetriov that Adam seemed to want it too much. He knew what a beast of a man he was, and he dreaded to think what he might be like as a vampire. The thought of seeing him kill, and the likely gleam of sick enjoyment in his eyes made Torin's skin crawl. The tension built between the two, it becoming almost palpable to Torin from his hidden position. It was Adam who broke the tension and spoke his mind.

“You can't tell me that it isn't meant to be. You have said it yourself, my father is a vampire.”

Torin stifled a cry of shock and alarm, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. He was incredulous. A wave of sudden dizziness overtook him as his mind and heart raced violently, the room having become inexplicably hot. He rushed outside desperate for air. He found himself breathing hard in the cold night, his heart racing and his head spinning. It couldn't be; it wasn't possible was it? How could a vampire get a woman pregnant? Look at Daniel and Alicia for heaven's sake. They had been lovers for well over a hundred years. But forget the how, who? Not Demetriov surely? He tried to think, what was Adam's age, had Demetriov been with a woman then? He found that he didn't know.

The dizziness started to clear as his lungs sucked in the cold night air. It seemed that tonight was the night for answers, and yet, the facts also called up may new questions. Adam was the natural born son of a vampire. This at least explained Demetriov's obsession with this awful man, and the extraordinary risks he had taken thus far. He found himself in that state of emotional shock, numb almost unable to feel, or perhaps more accurately unable to name what it is that he felt.

It was too much to take in, but what could he do? He knew that Demetriov would never tell Adam such a thing if it wasn't true, it wouldn't be in his nature to do other wise, and yet how did he know? His head swam with the enormity of it all, hiding briefly while Adam left, only going back inside once dawn approached. Even as tiredness began to overcome him and sleep to take over him he couldn't stop thinking about it. If vampires could father children what was to happen in the future? His last thought as he succumbed to a sleep of turbulent dreams was one of certainty. Demetriov would give in to Adam.

* * * * *

I found I had to feign surprise a few weeks later when Adam walked in to our home once more, Demetriov at his side. I knew immediately, even before I saw their faces that Demetriov had done it and heaviness filled my heart. As for my feelings on the matter, well as you can guess, neither I, nor the rest of the group had been consulted and so obviously didn't matter. I chose to keep it to myself for the time being that I had known that this was coming, though exactly why is no longer clear to me now.

It seemed that my feelings for Adam were mirrored by my companions, though Daniel and Alicia were less bothered by it than I was. Reluctantly he was allowed to become part of the group, after all, what could we do? Over time my loathing for him grew. It was as Demetriov and I had feared; he became even more beastly as a vampire than he had been in life. He was obnoxious company, seeking discord wherever he could find it, encouraging it, revelling in the negativity that it created.

He had become a stone hearted and cruel killer. He took a disgusting amount of pleasure from killing and Demetriov quickly distanced himself from Adam. In fact he has barely had anything to do with him since, and I am certain that he regrets giving in. In fact this brought Demetriov and I closer to each other once more. I can't deny that it pleased me to be past the worst, my bitterness dissipating as the relationship began to repair itself. He did try to court me once more but no matter what, I would not give in to temptation. I had still not forgiven him for his betrayal of me, and in truth I never would.

Things settled down for a time, and despite our varying levels of dislike for Adam, the group dynamic seemed to ease. Demetriov had stopped his dangerous relationships. Perhaps it was the fear of fathering a child like Adam that stayed him. I know that it would have put the fear of God into me. I have to admit that I enjoyed having his companionship again, and in fact our friendship strengthened once more. Still in hindsight it was the calm before the storm. Things were set to change once more and change all of our lives forever.

Author's notes:

Okay so some scene setting, not my best work, but it is important for plot later. So my apologies, but it is only necessary otherwise I wouldn't do it. One more time skippy chapter to go and I SWEAR it settles down. Very little back history to go - well okay the whole story is back history till the final chapter but go figure, you know what I mean. No more nasty time jumps after the next one or so help me you can hurt me all you want.