ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
By: V.L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance to
anyone alive, dead, or in the vampires case, Undead, are purely coincidental.
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18, or
who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should read any
farther.
CHAPTER 3
Nick woke in pain. His whole body was on fire. He cried out, doubling
over, sobbing in confusion, he didn't understand why it was hurting like this.
He wasn't supposed to hurt like this. "Master."
*Just as soon as we move into the Macon house, I am going to have to see to
it that I collect four or five more for my needs. * Jessy pulled his Childe's
head and fangs to his throat. *Go on, Childe, feed. I'm here for you. *
Kris rolled over, stretching. "I remember going through this, lucky for
him, he only has to do it once." She stroked the younger man's hair as he was
locked to Jessy's throat.
*Master, what is happening to me? I thought that once you did what you did,
and I wasn't mortal anymore, that I was in the clear. Why does it hurt so much?
*
*Ssshh, Nick, I'm not your master anymore. You are my Childe. I am your
father. And it is like this for every infant. You don't have to be afraid,
love. You're hungry, nothing more. Just go on, and feed. If you still hunger
after pulling away from me, your sister is old enough to help me with you. For
the next few months, you are going to need to feed some where between ten and
twelve times a night, and will wake during the day burning. *
Nick pulled back, groaning. He hadn't realized how much blood he was going
to have to drink in the beginning. "Damn."
Kris giggled at him. "Poor baby, what did you think you would come away
from our father, and just because you had lived all your life with him, that you
would just slide into being one of us, without any trouble?"
"Something like that. I don't get it. I know that by vampire standards,
you are young, but I don't remember ever seeing you react like I just did. Is
it because I was so old when I was finally allowed to become one of you?"
"Nicky, I had been a vampire for just a little over seventeen years when you
were born. I might have still been a Childe, but I wasn't an infant anymore.
You are one now. And trust me. When I was as new to this as you are now, I was
as bad, as you are, and in some instances, even worse. So relax." She pulled
him close. Kissing him softly. "Welcome to the family, Nick."
He chuckled softly. "Remember when I was little, and I used to like to pick
on my big sister?"
Kris laughed at him. "Try that again, kid, and I will beat you. I can now,
you know. I had to put up with you being such a damn pest when you were seven
and eight, I didn't dare squash you, you, were mortal at the time. But try to
play those stupid games with me again, and I can and will. Being one of us,
means if takes a whole lot more to hurt you and you do get hurt then you will
heal fast."
He pressed his head against her breast. "I haven't been seven or eight in
gods, how long?" He pressed back against Jessy's chest as the older man moved
to join Kris in welcoming him to his new life.
Nick lay back, smiling as he rested between them. "My God, that was." He
was speechless.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of being family my son. Forget everything
you ever thought. Now you will learn what it really means to love, and be
loved."
"Where is mother, I have to thank her again for giving me this chance. Had
she never brought me here, gave me to this to grow up here, I would not be here
now."
Kris sighed. She would not cry again. She had cried herself out this
morning as she helped Jessy clean Nick up after his death. "She's gone baby.
She waited only long enough to know that our father would see to you and then
asked to join Jake. She didn't want you to see her as she died. Wanted you to
remember her as she had been while she was still alive. Our father, he gave her
that. It almost killed him, but he gave her that."
Emotions so strong that they all but rendered him unable to think struck him
at the knowledge that his mother was dead. Had left him completely, and he
hadn't even had the chance to say good bye.
Jessy just held his sobbing Childe. It wasn't right, twice, he had two
children and both had come to him from the death of a parent, it just wasn't
right. "She was happy to go, Nicky. She had held on as long as she had,
refused to beg release to join my Boy all for the love of you. But once she
knew that you were going to be safe, she was happy to go."
"But I didn't even get a chance to tell her good bye, that I loved her." He
sobbed.
"She knew, she always knew. Now, feed again my son. Let me help you to
find yourself again, like I had to do so long ago with my soul and first Childe.
* * *
It had been a very hard morning for Kelly. He was dragged out of bed,
forced to shower and 'dress' for the day, and be downstairs and working all by
ten. Steven had been hard on him tale the whole time he was getting ready,
using the crop to encourage him to move faster. Which wasn't easy. One of the
first things his master had done to him upon rising, was attach a short chain
with a three pound at the end of it, to the ring through his scrotum, so the
every step caused the weight to swing, which only added to the discomfort.
To make matters worse, he felt so dirty inside. Steven had not allowed him
time to flush himself out as he always did in the morning before greasing
himself up to be ever ready for both his masters, if they wanted to amuse
themselves with him. Had gone so far as to forbid him that one bit of comfort
for the next month. Which meant that he would have to eat a lot of shit after
every time one of his masters made love to him, and he blew them to clean up the
mess he had made of them. Worse yet, he was forbidden any lubrication for three
months. And Steven had laughed at he looked at him in horror. Promising that
he would come up behind him at least three times a day and have him drop his
pants and bend for him. That was not including the number of times that Jessy
would do the same.
He had been forbidden to make a sound as Steven forced the butt plug into
his rectum. No matter how much it hurt, he was not allowed to even whimper.
Steven had made a sign, detailing what he was for the day, and what he was
to do, and what was expected of him. Then with two thin chains, that had clamps
at both ends, he hung it from his chest. One clamp of each chain biting into
the paper of the sign. The other, biting, into his nipples. Was he ever going
to see the end of this? He cried in his mind as the sharp teeth of the clamp's
had bit into the tender flesh of his nipples.
"Damn, Kelly, you advertising or something today?" David laughed as he
walked into the room, as Kelly was busy, packing the many things on the shelves.
Kelly closed his eyes as he turned around. So far, he had been lucky, and
the only one to see him had been Steven, his master, but now, his luck was going
to change. He turned around to face David. "I am being punished Master, for
being such a stupid fuck."
David read the sign that was hanging from Kelly's nipples. "Master,
Mistress, this worthless slave is a stupid fuck, and is being punished. Please
spank me and tease me before sending me back to my work. I am doing all the
work, today, to pay for being such a stupid, useless, fuck'." David read the
sign out loud. "What did you do to earn his wrath this time Kelly?"
"Please, Master, this stupid fuck, he is ashamed of himself. Please, don't
ask him to tell it again."
Steven stepped behind his, lashing him hard across the back of his upper
legs with the crop. "He gets to take a belt to you. For the time of your
punishment you will obey everyone. He is your master, just as surely as I am.
Now, you stupid fuck, your master asked you a question." Steven was very
worried. Kelly had blow up the night before, and he had to make sure that he
regretted his bad behavior or he feared Jessy would decide to see to it that he
did.
Kelly broke down into tears at the stinging pain on top of all the other
pains he was suffering today. "Forgive me, Master. I was a stupid fuck, I
yelled at my master, and threatened to hit him. Please, Master beat me,
anything. This worthless slut is so very sorry."
Steven just couldn't take it anymore. "Hush, Kelly. A stupid fuck you
might have been last night when you did what you did. But you are not
worthless, and you aren't a slut either. I have been with you for the last
almost six years, and other than our master and mistress and the other slaves
they own. You have been mine and only mine." He bit at Kelly's ear as he
pulled his friend back against him.
Jessy led Kris and Nick into the room. "What is up, Steven? He looks
positively wretched." He noticed the sign that hung over Kelly's chest, by
chains that were attached to the boy's nipples. "What is this?" He moved
reaching for Kelly.
*He reacted badly last night and ended up not only fighting with Steven, but
threatening to hit him as well, Father. I stood over Steven as he whipped
Kelly, and saw to it that any welts that opened were healed. I had Steven go
out of his way to punish him last night, and I set it up that he would finish
paying for his mistake. Please, Father, I took care of it. Kelly was wrong.
He knows that. Don't hurt him anymore. *
*I won't Kris, this is as much our fault as it is his. We have been so
preoccupied with Puck and then Darlin, is it any wonder that one of them would
finally snap? *
*You're not mad at him? *
*No Childe, I'm not, so why don't you just see that he finished up his
packing, without the distraction that is on the sign and let it go. I know you
well enough to know that that it doesn't really matter what he did. If you
thought, it, worth punishing him. You already had to heal him once, and if that
list on the sign on his chest was just an after though, then the boy has more
than paid for what ever it was that he did. You know me, baby, when have I ever
been prone to severely harm any of those in my care, especially if I know that
the pet in question means as much to you, as Kelly does? * He hugged her to
him.
Kris squeezed Jessy hard for just a moment before moving to reach for Kelly.
Stopping with a frown, as he fell to the floor at her feet. "What the hell is
this Kelly?" She pulled at his arm, trying to get him to stand up again.
"Please, Mistress, this stupid fuck, he is sorry, no more. Please, mercy."
She pulled him close, shushing his whimper of pain as she removed the clams
from his nipples. Bending to lick at the little trickle of blood where one of
the teeth had broken the skin. "No more, Kelly. It's over." She held him as
he tried to gather himself. "Let it go. We won't talk about it anymore."
Carefully she unhooked the chain and weight from the ring in his scrotum. "Now,
why don't you see if Steven can go with you and help you clean up and get
dressed. You still have to do the work for the day, but that is all."
"I complained to your Childe earlier that she was entirely too easy on those
pets that you and she kept with you. And now I can see why." Anise commented
from the door.
"Like I told Pet, back when I finally was willing to explore this side of
his nature with him. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I
have never abused any of those in my keep, unless they needed abuse to be happy.
And I can't see a day that I ever will. Love is the one thing that I have
promised them all, and I just can't see abusing or neglecting them as a way to
show my love."
"Well, they are your pets, so I suppose you can deal with them anyway you
wish. You would anyway. But, I was getting ready to leave, I promised your
Childe I would safeguard her to her first home, and stay and support her until
such time as you and those in your care make it there." He walked across the
room to stand by Kris. "She cannot remain here Childe. Give her time, to
recover from all that she has lost thus far."
Jessy looked at Kris. "Baby, I knew that we would have to hurry and leave
here, but I never realized that staying here was going to cause you this much
pain." He took her from where she stood by Anise. "I trust my elder kinsman.
If he says he will protect you, and see that you are cared for. I won't worry
about having you away from me." He kissed her. "Go on, Childe. I will help
the others finish collecting what it is we are bringing with us and then make
the flight home."
"Thank you, Father. I wish I could stand it, but all I see around me, no
matter where I look is death."
"I know. This place will not be used again for a long time. I am no more
ready to return here than you are. Now, go. You have to hurry Childe. I want
you underground long before the sun rises again."
* * *
Kris packed a quick bag, knowing that the rest would follow when Jessy and
the rest came. The only thing other than her bag that she took with her was the
painting that had been with her for so long. She might not be able to look at
it for a while. But she had promised Ryan so many years ago, that she would
always give it the place of honor it in the living area of any house that she
called home.
She missed cars. The feel of the ground under her as Anise drove into the
night. Even if she had, had to change one too many flats in her time. But the
new vehicles that were the latest in transportation just didn't seem the same.
It wasn't really a ride, but rather more a glide. And okay, so they didn't
pollute the air with gas fumes. Everything about the thing was electric. But
there still was nothing quite, like the feeling of security of a real car around
her. Jessy had spent years trying to get her past her fears and insecurities
about anything that depended on air as transportation. But even after all this
time. The memory of her parent's death still haunted her.
'Stop it'. She fussed at herself. 'It's just a damn hover shuttle. Keep
this up, and you will never be able to cope with the flight'.
"What is wrong, Childe. You have been silent for most of the drive, and the
feelings I am getting from you are very stressful." Anise looked over from the
driver's seat.
"It's nothing Elder. I just don't like anything that fly's. Even if, it,
just hovers."
"Yes, your father has mentioned your dislike of flight more than once.
Unfortunately there is no way I could hope to drive from Wales to Georgia in one
night."
"I know, we are going to be pushing it as is, no matter how fast that little
rocket shuttle of mine fly's."
* * *
Kris walked through the house. Listening for the old happy voices. But
only silence greeted her. She had come home again. The house that she had
first met and became Jessy's Childe by adoption, had been sold a long time ago,
and was now an apartment building. But this was, her, first real home. The
first place that she had felt truly safe in.
She smiled softly, ignoring the tears on her face as she hung Ryan's first
present to her back where it had hung for over forty years. "We're home baby."
She pressed her lips to her hand before laying against the black cloth that
covered the painting. "We're home."
The silence was oddly comforting to her as she walked the rest of the house.
It was empty, but that emptiness could be filled with laughter and joy again so
easily. And as quiet as it was, there was no cloak of pain and remorse.
"Kris, Childe?" Anise lay a hand on her as she mused. "It's late. I know
you did not rest much at light. Let me take you and hold you for now. I will
see to it that I have Janis see to loaning you a pet or two until such time as
you are able to either seek new ones, or your father brings those that belong to
you and make it home."
"I will soon enough, but I haven't been in the states in a long time Anise.
Let me at least catch up on a little of what is new on the radio. I would say
TV, but I don't know if that thing, with as old as it is, still works." She
thanked her good luck that with as much as things had changed. Radio's were
still pretty much the same. Fancier designs, and extra options since the last
time she had used the one in her home. But the airwaves were still worked.
As she listened, she snorted. 'Same shit, different day', she shook her
head. She hadn't been in the US in almost fifty years, and for the most part
nothing had really changed.
Then an, add for the nightclub, 'Differently Pleasured' caught her
attention. She was stunned. It wasn't possible. But she listened to the, add,
and the address. It was the same place. She didn't understand how. It had
been over a hundred years since Bobby had sold the club. But it was the same
club. And as she listened in almost afraid to move as the commercial finished.
She sat there, looking into nothing, trying to recover from her shock. The
bar that Bobby had started so long ago, was still active, and even more, was
offering submissives to buy and rent. She had heard of the new practice in the
States, of taking and letting people, who had long term employment problems
sell, themselves into service. For the most part this was just for state labor,
handiwork and odd jobs, but some, like those who lived the same lifestyle as so
many of hers did, as slaves, to the mercy of their owner. It was one hell of a
twisted way to deal with unemployment. But for her, and her father and brother,
it was going to be a sweet offer "Did you hear that?" She looked up to Anise.
"Angel's old club is still around. And they are selling pets. We can go and
get what ever we want, and pay for it before taking it home and making it ours
for real. It took me a long time to get used to the thought of owning a mortal.
But now that I have, I can see to it that when my father and brother get here.
I have some slaves for them here, and Jessy won't have to worry about Nick's
hunger on top of his and mine, being too great a risk for them."
Anise nodded. "I am not at all sure if I like this regression to the
practice of having indentured servants or not. I was born and grew up in a time
when slavery was very common. It is how I came to be what I am now. I was my
father's slave, called him master long before I did father. I have seen it
occur over and over again, and each time, the power was too much for the
master's." He smiled softly. "Well at least now, until such time as this is
called to a stop, and trust me Childe, it will come to a stop soon or late. I
know of many that learn of this who will take this chance and stock up. The
knowledge that the ban has been lifted and making children again is no longer
forbidden. They will be a greater need for mortal's than ever before as more
and more children are made."
"Can we go tomorrow, I want to see what I can do about getting a few before
my father gets here."
Anise laughed at her, pulling her tight against him. "Greedy thing aren't
you, Childe?" He felt her against him, and the promise of sweetness in her
arms. "We can go after sun set to see to your aims. But for now, I would much
rather take you to bed with me.
Kris turned in his arms, raising hers to wrap them around his neck. "Me
too."
Kris had not been this open and responsive with anyone but Jessy and Ryan in
so very long as she filled Anise's arms, pressing her back against his chest as
her mouth found his throat.
Anise moaned, softly at the feel of her fangs sinking into his skin, and the
forearm she had lifted and pressed against his mouth, offering him the tie that
nothing but their kind could ever hope to share.
With the first taste of her blood he was blown open as they linked in a bond
of blood, love, passion and lust. His hands moved over her body, her breasts
belly the slight dip to her sex. Stroking her almost without a care as he felt
her smooth slick, wetness, sheath him, and he lost all thought.
Kris broke away from feeding, gasping as her body exploded in to a
kaleidoscope of feelings and emotions. She almost screamed as her orgasm stole
over her. Thrashing in Anise's arms as she shook with the force of her release.
"Oh, god, yes, harder, god, please, yes, oh YES!" She held his hand to her sex
as another wonderful explosion took her ability to more than just lay against
him and shake.
