Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Bitten, Bloody, Beloved, Betrayal ❯ The Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Wow…this is sort of my first RPed fan fiction ever. I can't actually fess up to owning any of it; I don't think I could pull of anything nearly this good at all. This is actually all the work of father. He came up with the plot bunny and the characters. I just came up with the names and put in that I wanted the setting in Russia. Oh yeah and all parts with the siblings are RPed by me; I own those parts too. Hehe. Well read and review. I think me and papa would love to know what you'll think.

 

Chapter 1

 

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The Meeting

 

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Gusts of wind broke through the city like raging bulls every few minutes. White flakes descended lightly from the fluffy collision of clouds in the sky. Although the nearest star was ending its phase around this part of the planet, it was barely viewable due to quantity of clouds.

With night just a few feet away, a childish vampire was already conjuring up another scheme. The last human he had bitten was nearly sixty-five kilometers away: another failure. That was the eight one in a row. The vampire was becoming furious with his hunt. The only problem with biting random people was the fact that he knew nothing of them, and an increase of death rate and missing citizens would cause the government to be suspicious. The blood sucker hated waiting so long to discover the proper candidates, though his method of meeting humans had somewhat entertained himself lately. Instead of approaching them straight-forward, like he had at first, he'd been thinking of some sort of scenario that would trigger a relationship.

“Ugh!” he grunted out of frustration as he sat against a light post near the corner of a block. “Two-hundred years ago… I didn't have to be ignored because no one was driving cars!” he shouted. The vampire was donned in torn jeans and a dirty, damaged coat he stole from a hobo.

He wrapped his arms around his torso and rubbed viciously to appear as if he were cold. The vampire really wasn't though; temperature had little effect on him. In his peripheral vision, a boy was zooming down the sidewalk on his bicycle with a basket on one of the handlebars. The grin that was behind his external appearance soon faded as the figure began to near. It was just a boy, and not a healthy young man to disturb. A miserable expression soon covered his face as he stared at the boy with emotionless eyes.

 

Anzhela smiled as he headed home on his bike. Only a few hours ago he'd gotten out of school when his sister coerced him into heading off to the farmer's market to get the daily fresh picked apples. Of course she could have simply asked and not have to go through all the trouble of trying to trick him into it. He didn't mind being outside. Outside he could pretend to be anyone of the many heroes he loved, flying (when in reality merely riding his bike). The battle field (whatever current area he was riding through at the time) was perfect. There were killer tornadoes blasts (gusts of wind) from his arch enemy which he was sure to dodge (swerve out of the way) from.

The boy wore a white tank top that cut short just above his belly button but was lose so it blew in the wind and blue denim shorts that gave a few centimeters bellow the bottom rim of his butt. The shirt nearly blended with his already pale skin and the shorts matched the color of his eyes. Attire wasn't something he was too picky with especially when out of school but he'd been reprimanded by his father many of times about just exactly how revealing it was. What did he; a twelve year old know about revealing? Sometimes adults were just too confusing for their own good.

Anzhela seemed to be off in his on little world making firing noises like he was fighting and didn't seem to notice the man on the side walk. “Back you vile blood sucker! I will smite the!” He looked up just in time to swerve nearly missing the homely looking man. He stopped and frowned reading to be angry with the man but caught himself remembering both his manners and that it was his fault. “Are you okay?” His voice was small and feminine, still hadn't deepen from puberty yet.

 

At Anzhela's first statement, the blood sucker's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “What the fuck?! This kid… who is he?!” He remained still as the boy stopped in front of him, and then calmed down to keep his cool. If the boy did happen to know he was a vampire, then he didn't want to bring up a scene in the middle of town. He did include the possibility that the boy was just speaking of his imagination, because that is natural at his age; but even considering that, what the boy said made the vampire a little paranoid.

“Oh… uh… it's… ” The man's mind recovered from its jumbled state. “No, not really,” the vampire said, putting on a smile, hinting he was sad but trying to be happy about it. “I just haven't eaten anything good for me in... quite a few days. I'm afraid I might not survive the harsh winter that's about to come in,” he said, shivering a few times. The vampire curled up and stared at the basket, knowing food was inside. He didn't need any food such as vegetables or meat to survive, just blood… the fresher the better. He then shifted his attention back to the boy. The demon observed the boy's clothing; he first assumed that the boy may have had a feminine side, and then that he was cold. “You shouldn't be out while dressed like that. It's awfully cold out here. You can get sick,” he stated before a few coughs. With a brighter smile, he looked up into the boy's eyes and asked, "Would you like my coat?"

 

Anzhela blinked at the strange looking man. He didn't seem to be…all there as his teachers described his sister's brain or lack thereof one. It was kind of like he was startled to see a kid his age around here. “Maybe he isn't from around here,” he nodded, shaking his head at the thought that seemed to come form his memories of his mother. Yes; not all kids dressed like him in the world and not everyone acted the same. So what he thought of…being blasted with a stupefaction ray (Or lack of common sense in English) was in fact just how that person was. He mentally shrugged it off deciding whether a person was sane or not wasn't the best topic right now to discuss or in his right at that.

He slipped his leg over his bike propping it to the side and looking through the basket deciding to approach the man's issue. “Well that wouldn't be really good that you aren't eating. I don't know if one apple will be enough but you can have one for now and I can take you to my house and see if I can sneak you something there.” He turned around with an apple in his hand posing, “as hero of this fair town it is my duty to do everything from saving stray kitties to helping the homeless like yourself to vanquishing evil blood sucking demons that dare cross into our plan of existence,” he giggled stumbling out the last few words. That was a line he'd only heard today and he already had it memorized. He bent over giggling still just managing to hold out the apple.

He wiped tears of joy from his eyes before looking up at the man and smiling, “No you keep your coat sir. I'm used to being out here as my dad says “stark naked”. I don't notice the cold so much unless its raining but he seems to think that I have an ulterior motives to dressing the way I do; adults.” He smiled and nodded, “Besides what kind of superhero would I be if I took the coat of a homeless man?”

 

The vampire watched the boy's leg as it swung over the back, imaging the smooth leg of a female for a few seconds. Every movement made by the child was monitored closely since he was still under suspicion. A strong gust shot through as he reached out and grabbed the apple. At this moment his face could clearly be seen, for his black unkempt tresses flowed to the side of his head. “This kid must be a real goofball”, he thought as the boy's lines began to sound scripted. Although he figured the boy had been watching too much TV, he still felt uncomfortable with the fact that the kid made another reference to slaying vampires.

The vampire gazed at Anzhela with his attractive ruby eyes, then brought the apple up to his mouth as if he were about to eat it. “Oh… so, I can come to your house?” asked the man as he slowly raising an eyebrow. “Do you have a basement I can stay in for the night? It'll just be for tonight,” the man begged. “I need a dark and quiet place. Everything is bright and noisy up here.” “I hope I can deal with this kid… he's bothering me with his talk about vampires.” “By the way, what is the name of my rescuer?” he asked with a warm smile.

 

Anzhela nodded at having a basement, “Of course you can come over and I know what you mean. When I'm not out playing Demon Slyer, which is by far the greatest show ever about this superhero that slays vampires at night because they're not allowed out during day otherwise they melt like witches, everyone is so noisy at my house. But the show is really cool cause there is a guy that teaches you how to slay real vampires but my sister says there is no such thing,” he rocked back and forth on his heels as he pointed in the direction of his house. He didn't look the man over too much except for a few glimpses. He was pretty cool looking and…cute maybe if he had some better clothes and cleaned up a bit; not your typical homeless looking person. He mentally giggled at the thought. He looked more like a bad guy actually then any of the heroes he admired but maybe he was a cute superhero in disguise come to scout him out on a secret mission to save the world.

His eyes perked open wide at the thought as he openly grinned. He decided then that it was his mission to help this mysterious stranger out with whatever he needed. Besides, how many men just appeared in your path and turned out to be trouble? He had to be good; was what he kept telling himself. “I have my room in the basement actually. That way no one has to hear me when I watch TV so we can have something like a sleep over tonight if you want,” he giggled at the thought of his first sleep over. “By the way, my name is Anzhela. It's really nice to meet you mister…hey what is your name?”

 

The vampire smirked as he stared into the direction the boy pointed in. “If he's as far as I hope he is from here, there's no doubt that he lives in one of those mansions I passed by yesterday. That's where there's a lot of land is owned and the houses are spaced out by nearly half a mile. But still… what am I to do with a mere child? Maybe I'm just wasting my time.” The man released a weak sigh as his expression calmed. “I guess it'll be cool to just chill out a bit though. I could use a break.” He closed his eyes for a few moments, becoming excluded from the world around him. “He does have a sister though,” the vampire thought as a grin formed on his face, but it disappeared as well after his next thought. “But what if she's his age?”

“Demon slayer, eh?” he repeated as his eyes reopened. “Melted by sunlight, my ass.” “Well I'd like to learn how to slay a vampire. How about we watch it tonight then?” he questioned with a chipper tone. “And my name is… ” Not being prepared for this situation like he should have been, the vampire decided to go by one of his previous names that he used a few years ago. “Valen. It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Anzhela,” he chuckled as he gave a single nod, wanting to join the boy in his world of fantasy. "Lead me to your castle... Oh, but Anzhela… what about your parents and your sister? Are they at the house? They might not be too happy if they catch you snooping around with someone as old as I, no matter how harmless I am.” Wearing another worried mask, Valen stroked the boy's hair out of his face and gazed into his eyes hypnotically.

 

“No worries King Valen. There's another entrance into the basement you can use whenever you want to come in or out. And I would love to watch Demon Slayers with you, I'm telling you, you won't be disappointed.” He smiled positioning the basket of fruit back on his bike and stood the bike up right, “We can walk if you want. I don't want to get too far ahead of you on the bike and I don't mind the walk.” He pulled himself out an apple and then shined it on his shirt.

Anzhela took a bit into the apple causing the juices to gush out of his mouth and down his neck and chin. He lapped at the juice playfully enjoying the cool sensation it brought to his mouth and the way it sated his minor hunger for the time being. “So King Valen what evil creatures bring you to our wholesome town? Seeing as you want to know how to slay vampires it can't be those filthy cross fearing fiends” Anzhela ravaged his apple almost hungrily leaving sticky juices to drip down his chin onto the pale bit of exposed chest.

 

The blood sucker nodded. “Well I'm really looking forward to spending time with my prince. Being entertained by a demon slayer sounds delightful. How about we jog back to the castle? I can't handle this cold much longer,” he stated as he focused on the apple's juice. Apples were the only fruit that had a good taste in his mouth. Though he needed no fruit, meat, or vegetable to survive, he certainly didn't mind the taste of them. Valen couldn't help but be aroused at the thought of licking it off of the boy, even though he was as straight as a titanium rod, ne?

He put the palm of his hand on the boy's head and shifted his vision to the direction of the house. “I know of no evil within this town, and that's why I have traveled here. I just need to get away from all the action and danger… just for a few days. But if I do happen to encounter evil, then I must destroy it, especially if it harms my prince.” He glanced down back at Anzhela as they stood in the blowing wind. “Shall we be on our way then, Prince Anzhela?”

 

Anzhela looked up at the man and nodded before licking around his mouth his soft pink appendage. “I should have thought how this weather was affecting King Valen. I'm terribly sorry.” He went and grasped the man's hand in his own and threaded his fingers through his tugging him along picking up the speed to either a fast walk or light jog so that in a matter of moments they were there. "Look at the castle ahead King Valen?” The house was in fact about the size of a miniature castle.

The place was three stories tall not including its sublevel which would make it four. It was brick as most of the houses were made of now-a-days to withstand the wear and tear of today's common natural disasters. It had immense extravagant windows all which seemed to be closed at the moment shading anyone form people able to see in and peak on the homeowner. A beautiful garden peaked form the side and curved to the backyard with its added trees for shade. It was simple yet beautiful for its simplicity.

Anzhela tugged Valen's hand as he jogged across the street towards the place. He took a paved path that headed towards the backyard and ultimately the door to the basement. “This way my King,” he let go of Valen's hand and set the bike against the house before bending over and crawling forward opening a secret little door giving those behind him a nice little view of his rump and lush pale thighs.

 

“It's okay Prince,” said the man as they picked up speed. Valen jogged along side of the boy while holding his hand. This felt very odd to him, and he hoped no one who knew Anzhela and his family caught sight of this. The vampire admired the site of the mansion as they approached it. He had remembered seeing this one, as well as several others from yesterday. By this time, the sky had begun to darken to a grey shade, and just a few stars could be already seen. The temperature had slowly initiated its descent.

Valen was starting to feel a little nervous at this point. “I surely hope this isn't a trap.” He had never snuck into a house with a little boy before. And to make it a little more intensifying, it was the mansion of a wealthy man. There was a possibility of cameras, body guards, or alarms. “No.” Valen shook his head violently; the snow flakes leaped off of his lashing hair. He was thinking too hard. The vampire scanned the area before getting on his hands and knees, not seeing or sensing anything awkward. Looking forward, he could only see the boy's ass in his face. The vampire tried to see around Anzhela as they crawled forward…

 

Anzhela huffed and he crawled through the passage. Only when he wanted to spend time in the garden did he ever really use such a means of entrance or exit; he was duly in need of some exercise if this tired him out. Finally reaching an inner door he pushed it open and crawled out into the pitch black room that was slightly illuminated from the light of the passageway.

“Come my King,” Anzhela walked through the pitch black place that was his room knowing exactly where everything is. A bright light blazed through the room near the middle of the room as he flicked a switch near the staircase yet even still shadows clung to the cave like place. Black satin curtains hung from the roof, which wasn't anywhere, insight indicating the spacious interior, and covered the walls making the area seem even deeper in shadows. The light danced on the canopy bed in the center of the room that was dressed in red making the crimson curtains look like spilt blood. A black big screen TV sat off to the side with a thick black carpet in front of it and a black leather couch.

Besides a dresser, a desk, drawings, and lots of DVDs that dotted the room, most of what was in there seemed to be not what would be of a little boys taste. On closer inspection though, the drawings were of new superheroes and outfits more befitting of a young boy his age. The room only looked sophisticated and clean because it was spacious and the junk and clutter wasn't all on each other but it was the room of a young boy that liked to watch TV and fantasize.

“Make yourself at home. If you want there's a shower right over there.” Anzhela pointed towards a spot of the curtain to the right of the TV and smiled. “I'll be back later to check up on you and watch Demon Slayers.” He walked past Valen and bent down ready to head out the way they'd come.

 

After crawling through the entrance, the vampire slowly got up and squinted his eyes as soon as the light hit them. His eyes glanced at the interior. The bed was the first thing that caught his attention, because it stood out from the fashioned black. His vision slid around the room, taking note of the DVDs and drawings. Valen began to circle the room, running his hands over just about everything he passed. He stopped at the couch and hummed, “Mmm… ” “Pretty nice. It's been quite a while since I've been in a luxurious place… at least a year. Resting here should be a time well spent.”

The vampire glanced back over to the drawings. “I wonder if he drew those.” Just before he got the chance to ask, he turned and saw Anzhela bent over and paused. “Well… I suppose I'll take a shower while you're gone.” He then cleared his throat and looked away. “I'll stay alert though. We can't have anyone intruding into the castle. Oh, while you're out, can you bring the King some raw meat. I'm assuming that it's kept in a refrigerator or freezer. It doesn't need to be cooked. This is a special request from your King.” He slipped off the coat he was wearing before moving towards the indicated spot. “Please move with stealth and speed.” Valen then tossed the stolen coat at the boy. “And please dispose of that. I don't need it anymore.”

The vampire lifted the curtain and raised his eyebrow. “Nifty,” he mumbled to himself before stepping into the bathroom, and stripping down to nothing. He glanced over at the mirror before stepping into the shower, and then twisted the knob an instant before warm water bulleted at him. Valen sighed heavily and smiled, then began humming a song as he freshened up.

 

Anzhela caught the coat at the last minute and looked at it. Though he didn't mind the man staying longer then a night wouldn't he need his coat when he went back out into the world? He looked over his shoulder to where a trash can was and tossed it into the bucket before thinking of the other request. “Raw meat, what in the world does he want with raw meat? I hope it doesn't stink up my room.”

Anzhela sighed at the thought of being put on such a tedious mission. What kind of King didn't want adventure and villains all the time? He wanted to think about why the man played along with him so easily unlike the others who always told him to grow up but shook his head at those untrusting thoughts not wanting to lose his only playmate. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and then began crawling back out to the backyard where his bike awaited him. Once on the other side he wondered how he was going to get raw meat to his King. He sneezed and pushed away such complications for another time. Right now he needed to get into the house and back into his room to take a nice hot shower.

Anzhela took the bike and went back around to the front of the house and up the stairs seeing as the house itself was raised above ground level. He pulled out a pair of keys from the apple basket and kicked open the door shutting out the harsh weather behind him quickly, “I'm home!” He set the bike next to the door figuring someone else would get it and took the basket towards the kitchen sneezing once again.

 

As soon as Anzhela's voice rang through the first floor of the mansion, which Valen faintly managed to pick up down in the basement, a deep voice boomed out, “Anzhela-!” A man stood near the counter of the kitchen and stared at the doorway, waiting for the boy to come through as he sipped on a glass of water. The man was dressed in a black robe, complete with a golden, cursive L over his heart, was just an inch taller than Valen. Leo, the aging man, was in his early 50s, and wrinkles were beginning to settle into his face. His eyes were naturally grey, which his beard seemed to envy and changed the same color; there were just a few black strands left. His head was bald and shiny and reflected light at a certain angle. Leo's belly stuck out a few inches.

“Anzhela, you've been gone for quite a while. I've been waiting for you to get home. I wanted to see you before I left again. And why are you wearing so little clothing while outside?! You can get sick!” he exclaimed prior to huffing. “Your old man is going to be gone for the weekend,” he stated now calmed. “I've already talked to Little Lidi. Let me know if she takes the car again. I should be able to count on you, shouldn't I?” The man finished his glass and set in onto the counter and walked towards his son. “I need to take care of business. I'm trying to invest in another stock, and I am going to visit a guy I grew up with.” Leo ruffled Anzhela's hair with his hand. “I will have my cellular phone with me. I finally found one that could fit in my pocket,” he chuckled. “Ms. Li will be by here either late tonight or early in the morning. She's just going to clean a few things and be off.” He hugged Anzhela tightly. “You're the jewel of the family. With your intellectual skills, you'll be richer than I am. And maybe you'll be able to settle down and continue the family.” His last sentence was spoken in a quieter tone, and he walked off without saying a word. Leo headed towards his room on the top floor via elevator. He sighed as he waited for the cart to make it to the top floor. “Last time I left, Lidiya thought it would be a good idea to take off with the car. Ha! I'm glad I got my boy who called me telling me all about it. It gave me an excuse to smack my hand against her bare ass too. She looks even better than her mother… I wish she would dress like Anzhela.” The old man rubbed his head and exhaled harshly. “Stop thinking like that… ” whispered the man as he returned to his room to make final preparations.

 

Anzhela blinked slightly miffed by the quick scolding he received with the lecture on taking over the family and watching over his elder sister. Not that he minded having the responsibility and all he just didn't like it being shot at him so quickly, especially with his guest. His guest…maybe the man would like to know about his father's departure, no it was his obligation as Prince to do whatever was in the good of the King. He walked to the counter in the kitchen and set the apples down gabbing another for later and heading to the fridge, He might as well look for that raw meat now. He cringed at the thought of what possibilities would be done with the meat.

He looked through the refrigerator and didn't see anything besides the leftovers he hadn't eaten last night and a ton of vegetables. Seeing as his King probably hadn't eaten he figured the roast and potato dinner would do the man some justice. He took out the wrapped up plate and put it in the microwave pressing reheat before he dragged a chair to the refrigerator to look through the freezer. He shivered as the cold air washed over his half bare body and spotted a steak. Li probably was going to cook it when his dad got back from his trip but if he took it now she would have time to get another one…ne?

He shrugged thinking that it was for the King so it wasn't wrong and slid it out from the back and onto a plate just as the microwave dinged. He decided to take down this food for Valen first before he went off to find his sister and tell her that he was to make sure she didn't take the car like last time. He carried one plate in one hand and the other in the other and balanced them on his way to the door to his room. He set a plate down twisting the knob and headed down the dark stairway carefully after grabbing the plate seeing as the light didn't really reach up all the way there.

Upon arriving down in the main area he still heard the water. “King Valen I'm back!” He set both plates and the apple he took on the bed before seeing if he had any clothing that might fit the much taller man.

 

Leo entered his room, stepping around his luggage and heading to his bed where two briefcases were. He opened them both to reassure himself of the contents within them. The first he opened, after unlocking it with a series of four numbers, contained an abundance of green paper worth a total of ten thousand dollars. Leo shut it and opened the second one. This one was full of legal documents, several papers with line graphs that represented money over the change of time, and other business information. Leo shut the second one as well. His grey eyes glanced over at his closet as he removed his robe and neatly placed it onto his bed.

The elder snatched a dark blue shirt out from the selection in his closet and slipped his arms through, buttoning it to the very bottom. “I should cut some of that fat… if only I still had a physical activity to engage in once every few nights… She surely wouldn't come back to me now that I have this.” Leo sighed and continued dressing…

Back on the first floor, Leo stepped out of the elevator with his luggage and briefcases. His blue shirt, complete with a black tie, was tucked into his black slacks. The house was quiet… well, the main floor was. There was no telling what Lidiya was doing in her room. She was supposed to be grounded because of the car incident, even though it was well over a month ago, but the father knew he wouldn't be able to keep a hold on her while he was gone. The cold atmosphere that usually built whenever he was with her made him feel as though he wasn't a good father. The fact that he praised Anzhela more than Lidiya could be one of the main issues. With his boy already back down in the basement, Leo didn't want to disturb him.

The wealthy man exited his mansion and into the gusty wind. A few flakes of snow fell against him as he approached his limousine and quickly got in. His faithful driver, covered in snow, stood firm and erect in the weather until Leo got into the car. The driver closed the door behind Leo, and then loaded his equipment into the trunk. The man entered the car, which was already started, and took off into the night…

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At the sound of his prince's voice, Valen shut off the water. With black tresses pressed onto his neck and face, and water running down his body, the vampire departed from the shower without bothering to dry off. Slowly, he exited the bathroom and stationed himself on the floor. Valen's eyes first found Anzhela before then the meat snagged his attention. “Thank you, Prince Anzhela,” moaned the blood-thirsty man as his member became erect.

 

Anzhela smiled at doing a pleasing job before turning around with a pair of silk pajama bottoms in hand. Hi froze in his spot his eyes widening at the site of Valen before gasping and running past him to the bathroom with a deep crimson blush staining his pale cheeks tossing the pants to the end of the bed. “Wow…he is soooo….BIG! I can't believe someone got like that in front of me.” He smacked his cheeks trying to get over the embarrassing ideas and peaked out just slightly still unable to see Valen from the position he was at, “Um…my King is it okay for me to come out now or am I to stay here?” He commended himself for his voice only quivering slightly seeing as that wasn't even near as shaken as he felt.

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Meanwhile upstairs Lidiya was away at her laptop talking to the newest group of kids she was hanging out with. Of course they were no better then the last whom convinced her it was a good idea to take her father's car out while he was gone so they could go into the next town for a huge rave; a lot of luck that did her since she was the only one to get grounded out of the bunch. Not to mention how embarrassing it had been to be dragged off and spanked; how many seventeen year old girls where still being spanked? She growled furiously typing at her keyboard at the humiliation.

She was hoping this group wouldn't ditch her like the last. It was tiring to be used as she knew she was being exactly that but it was better then feeling alone and left out. She looked over the chat one last time. Her “friends” were talking about getting drugs this weekend but needed a ride to the place. None of the others parents were gone. “Didn't my dad say he was leaving for a bit?” She thought it over and wondered how she could lock Anzhela up or even just shut him up so that she could borrow the car. She typed back telling them she might have them before heading downstairs to make sure A. her dad was gone and B. see if she could convince Anzhela the “nice” way that if he squealed on her he'd lose all proof that he was a boy.

 

With a weak laughter, the vampire approached his snack, catching sight of the child as he dashed into the bathroom. “You may come out whenever you please, Prince. The King is just getting a little bite to eat.” Valen laid down on the boy's bed, snuggling against the covers. He tucked his wet hair behind his ears before lifting the chunk of meat as if it were a burger. Valen's jaw dropped, then snapped into the meat like a bear trap. Not a drop went to waste; Valen tilted his head back and sucked as much as he could until the presence of blood didn't exist within the meat. The flavor given from the chunk excited his taste buds, and his shaft grew to its full extension. Like a savage, he ripped off a piece of the meat, chewed it as much as he could then swallowed it. After placing the blood-sucked meat back onto the plate, he then noticed the other food, but ignored it because it's lack of significance to him. Valen laid on his side, his hand propping up his head, as he waited on Anzhela to return. As he waited, he glanced down at the pajamas, then back towards the bathroom.

 

Anzhela blushed furiously as he stuttered, coming out with his eyes to the floor missing the entire performance with the raw meat. “I-I-I b-brought you some p-pajama b-bobbbotoms so that you would be comfy. They're really long and b-big so they should fit you.” He stood a few inches from the bed unsure of what to say next. He'd expect the man to say wait until dressed or something but he hadn't expected to be allowed out to see him like…well in his birthday suit that's how. He fidgeted with his fingers hoping something would happen.

Lidiya looked around the kitchen seeing the apples before she went out into the hall that led to the door; empty, everywhere was empty. She saw the glimpse out the corner of her eye her brother's bike before she headed for the door to the basement ready to call his name. “Anzhela!” She called down the steps not wanting to go all the way down the steps just to come back up. She'd make him come to her.

Anzhela blinked and then looked up as he faintly heard his name echo down the steps. “Lidiya?” He whispered his sister's name knowing that even talking normal the girl wouldn't hear what was said talking normally let alone whispers. He turned back to face Valen as though asking a silent question.

 

Valen gazed at the boy with a ton of curiosity, wondering why he was now stuttering so damn much. He looked back over at the silk pajamas that seemed to be about his size, then back at the shy child. “Hm… this kid probably isn't used to seeing other people naked. I can't be that bad. He should get used to it too. Besides, it's a nice feeling… especially with silk and leather everywh-… Hm?!” The vampire clearly heard Anzhela's named coming from the top of the stairs and stared in that direction. “Lidiya?” he whispered to himself after he picked up her name from the little boy. “Anz-… Prince Anzhela, do your King a favor and dispose of the leftovers,” he stated when Anzhela turned to look at him. “I greatly appreciate your efforts, and you will most certainly be rewarded.” The man stood up and stretched. “Well… go answer her. I'll go uh… hide,” Valen stated bluntly. The vampire appeared to have walked into the bathroom, but just as he was about to conceal himself in the room, he turned invisible, and walked back towards the boy. He stood behind him, wanting to meet Lidiya without shocking her first.

 

Anzhela nodded quickly and picked up the food and running off. He could almost kiss his sister for her timing; almost that is. It wasn't like he'd never seen naked boys or men. He did all the time at school in fact. It was just something about seeing one at home, on his bed, and hard that made him blush. He flushed deeply at the thought of Valen on his bed over him the same way and shook his head. No, that wasn't very hero like; it was more or less something his sister would do instead. He sighed and hopped up the last few of the stairs till he reached the top landing where his sister was.

“About time you came. Didn't you hear me calling you?” Lidiya waited long enough for him to nod before jumping into her plan. “Well I know dad is gone. He wasn't upstairs harassing me about how I'm grounded so I don't need to be on the computer which means he's gone. My friends and I need to go out and we need dad's car so you're going to keep quiet if you know what's good for you; got it?” She looked down at him in the eye finally noticing the blush. “What have you been doing?” She leaned down and closer to him hoping to intimidate him.

“Nothing!” Anzhela squeaked jumping back slightly dropping the food and plate causing the porcelain to shatter at his feet. “Oh no, dad is going to kill me!” He bent down and began picking up the pieces occasionally cutting his fingers but not really minding. While he busied himself with that, Lidiya slipped past him and headed down the steps to see exactly what her brother had been working on before.

 

Valen watched quietly as the boy encountered his older sister, his eyelids squinted to get a better focus on her. He was a little surprised that she was older and attractive. He slowly shook his head from side to side when the plate crashed to the floor. “I wonder why she already accused him of doing something… that's odd.”Valen scratched his head and took two steps forward, then noticed Lidiya approaching him. Once she had gotten off the stairs, Valen walked to the side of her and grinned; his hot breath puffed onto her neck, and the smell of blood came out with it.

With his own breath reminding him of blood, he then picked up a faint scent; it was low to the ground. The vampire dropped onto his fours, hoping to get a better signal on his radar. Just out of curiosity, he glanced up under the girl's skirt, grinning even wider before crawling toward the location of the new blood. The vampire's vision zeroed in on the droplets of blood on the boy's fingers. Valen leaped into the air and dropped on top of the boy. His hips were the first thing that came in contact; with Anzhela's ass to be more specific. Valen pinned the boy down and moaned. Smelling the dried apple juice upon the kid's neck, the vampire licked his neck a few times, soaking up the flavor; then he grabbed the boy's wrists and began sucking on his fingers for quite a while. Sluggishly, the blood-sucker stood up over the boy, then stepped over to the side, no longer concerned about Anzhela's blood, and stared down towards Lidiya.

 

Anzhela suppressed a scream in his throat as he dropped to his knees whimpering slightly at the contact. He blushed and turned watching Lidiya head down the steps before quickly picking up the rest of the porcelain shards once he was releasing form the invisible weight and ran to the kitchen to clean the cuts along his fingers. “What was that about? I wonder what sucked my fingers and licked my neck.” He tapped his foot pondering if it could be Valen and the man's strange behavior, slowly rethinking the actions of his King as he dumped the shards in the trash and now ran his fingers under the cool stream of the water in the sink.

Lidiya shivered and rubbed the back of her neck figuring it was the dampness of the basement before continuing down. She looked around her brother's room looking for any evidence she could possibly use against him to ensure she got the car for the weekend without another punishment. She looked around spotting all his normal junk, “For such a smart good kid his room is sure a pig sty compared to mine.” She sashayed over to his bed and plopped down on the edge allowing the blue and white sailor skirt to flutter and settle around her like flower petals.

She looked over and spotted the black silk pajama pants and picked them up. They looked clean, never worn but definitely too big for him, “That little fagot has someone over here.” She grinned and set the pants back on the bed before standing up, missing the trickles of blood on the bed sheets and headed to the base of the stairs, “Oh dear Anzhela! Would you please hurry and come down here please,” she used her sweetest of voices she knew putting her hands on her hips unconsciously sliding her finger under the strap of the turquoise g-string that peaked out as she leaned over.

Anzhela's head turned at hearing his name and turned off the water grabbing a tea towel to dry off his hands, “Coming Lidiya!” She probably was going to threaten him some more to get the car. To be honest he be more then happy to give up the car and not say anything and risk getting the blame then to hear her go on and on about how he needs to do this and that. He sighed and tossed the tea towel onto the counter before heading back downstairs to see what Lidiya wanted to pry this time.

 

“Lidiya,” Valen whispered almost mutely to himself, liking the way her name rolled off his tongue. While the boy was taking care of business upstairs, Valen got back down to the basement floor and gazed at the female. He walked around her as she neared the stairs, then stood behind her and looked down; an eyebrow rose. Still trying to stay unnoticeable; he didn't want to do anything that would reveal him to the kid's sister, so he stayed quiet. Seeing that Anzhela was coming back down, the amused vampire stood there in anticipation as of what the child would do. A moment later, his invisibility began to malfunction for a few seconds. Realizing this, a soft gasp popped out of his mouth. Not wanting to distract Anzhela, he quickly scurried away behind the sheet, going into the bathroom, where he told the boy he would hide. Valen put his bare back against the wall and waited for the next scene.

 

Anzhela jumped down the last of the stairs into the basement and stood in front of his sister, “Anzhela, how come you have such big pants set out…unless you have company over. Didn't father mention something about how he'd beat you next time you brought a stray animal or man in this house?” She snickered as she saw Anzhela's eyes widen and twitch in the direction of his bathroom as she cut to the chase.

“Please Lidi!” “Darn it! She wasn't supposed to find out about him so easily. He was only staying one night so I shouldn't have gotten caught. If only he'd put them on then this wouldn't have happened.” Anzhela was ready to plead with his elder sister but she put her fingers to his lips and shook her head no.

“You have no one here with you playing little damsel and horny hero while I wont be taking the car out and over a friend's house for the weekend,” she grinned knowing she had him seeing as he couldn't very well tell on her with what she knew.

“But…” Anzhela was cut off once again as she just wouldn't hear what he had to say. “We were not playing anything like that!” He blushed at the thought before giving up nodding in agreement to his sister's ordeal. Besides the worse that could happen was that Valen wasn't really a homeless man but someone that harmed others and his dad came home early. How often did that actually happen? He went over and flopped down on his back on his bed deciding to bandage up the slightly bleeding cuts later and closed his eyes once his sister walked off upstairs. He could make out the faint sound of his door closing signaling Lidiya was gone.

 

Valen grinned and held in chuckles as the siblings tried to get their points across. “Geez, what a bitch,” he grumbled. “I wonder where she wants to go.” Valen poked his head out of the bathroom, and then came out all the way, knowing that she was out of the room. “She might be cute, but she sure seems annoying. I can get her back if you want me to.” He looked in the direction of the stairs as he walked over to Anzhela. Valen sat next to him at the edge of the bed and ruffled the boy's hair with his hand. “So you're going to get in trouble if I stay here?” the vampire asked as if he cared. “I can leave… unless you still want me to watch that vampire slayer show,” Valen said, looking down at the boy.

 

“Please no!” Anzhela blushed deeply forgetting about the awkwardness of Valen being naked and wrapped his arms around the man's waist. “Please don't leave me. I don't get friends very often. My sister may act a bit stuck up but when she isn't trying to get into the latest click she think is going to accept her she's really tolerant and even plays with me; so I'm not to upset when she acts like that. But I've never had another boy to hang out. My father is always obsessing over Lidiya and many of the boys at school don't like any of the shows I like. I've never met any one like you mister Valen. I don't want you to go.” He looked up at Valen a bit frightened that he would leave because of what his sister had said. His raven black bangs shadowed dark bluish green-like eyes while the fingers that were around Valen's waist began to trickle blood down his back from the pressure Anzhela was forcing upon them.

 

The man stared down at the boy as he begged for him to stay. It wasn't often that someone pleaded for him to do anything. Valen glared down at the boy for a moment, looking deep into his eyes. It wasn't until then that the vampire felt sorry for the child as he remembered being rejected himself. He was told that his ideas of gaining control over his realm were idiotic just about every time he attempted gathering followers in his plan. His hateful expression soon vanished, and he pulled the boy into his lap. With a hug, he said quietly, “Fine… I'll stay.” The vampire sighed before realizing that blood had emerged once again; it was the boy's fingers. “And what of… Lidiya?” he asked as his voice returned to his normal volume. Thoughtlessly, he took hold of Anzhela's wrists and brought them towards his mouth and sucked on each of the bleeding fingers. “Is she supposed to be escaping from our castle? Shall we capture her, let her free, or let her be punished by the Dungeon Keeper?” Valen asked with a grin as he pulled the boy against him and put the boy's arms over his shoulders.

 

Anzhela blushed deeply and turned his head to the side looking at a now particularly interesting corner of the bed. “Well I mean she knows you're here even if she hasn't seen you. So we can't go after her or anything. We might as well let whatever happens happen seeing as you'll probably be gone before that,” a look of deep forlorn anguish crossed Anzhela's eyes at the thought. “Once King Valen leaves I'll be alone again. Well I guess it's inevitable, everyone leaves one another once in their life.” He looked back up at Valen before deciding to voice a previous thought he'd had. “My King, this is the second time my fingers have been sucked. It's terribly unsanitary; how come you do it?” He blushed at the implied motion and rested his hands in his lap squirming a bit not yet taking in his position on Valen.

 

Valen nodded a few times then stared blankly in the direction the boy was looking in. He figured he would just have to encounter Lidiya when she returned as the boy slumbered. A little personal time with each of them was better than having both at once; this thought made him smirk. His expression grew even stronger as his mind pondered on what she could possibly be doing this late with friends. Thus, his cock remained firm.

At the sound of Anzhela's voice, he snapped back to reality and shook his head. “Wha-? Oh… Wait a sec… ” The confused vampire took a quick glance at Anzhela's fingers and remembered that he had cut them earlier. “If this kid truly has no one else to play with… then he probably won't shoo me off if I told him my secret. But then again… he may not feel comfortable around me, making things awkward all the time. It might be best if I hold it off for a while.” Valen then took his attention away from the corner of the bed and focused on Anzhela. He took note that the boy's head was turned, and his neck was exposed to the vampire's pearly teeth. Valen knew this moment was excellent to feed on the child, but didn't want to spoil any fun he could possibly have.

“Well… I know it's not normal, but I like the taste of blood. And you were bleeding,” he replied with a little bit of hesitation. “And most people just wash off their blood. I think it's a waste. Why not drink what helps you live?” The man asked with a smile. “It's not gonna kill you.” Valen paused for a moment. “So… if you don't want me drinking your blood, then drink it yourself, otherwise it'll be sucked into me.”

 

 

TBC…

 

A/N: So how was that? I am looking for a beta by the way for this story and any future ones; permanent or one time thing. Thanks for now goes out to papa who RPed this with me. I'm taking suggestions for other plots you're interested in me RPing with papa or would like to RP with me. Review and I'll give cookies ^_^ And the next chapter while I'm at it. Hehe. Until next time, Jaane!