First Hunger

First Hunger Chapter 4: Insight

"Carl..." It is all my fault...

The shell of the person once being Carl, young, full of spirit, creativity and cleverness, stood before me, barely able to keep his balance. His heartbeat pounded so flatly in my ears, that I actually wondered how the body managed to stanrighright, still.

"Wonderful night music, isn't it?!"Dracula commented on my recent thoughts and started to smoothly waltz through the huge hall.

I lunged at him, full of fury, burning rage and hatred. He tends to makn ofn of every situation that is full of suffering and regret for me, and I was not able to restrain myself any longer.

"You beast! What did you do to him?"I spat at Vlad whviolviolently shoving the immortal into a wall.

"I suggest that you first calm down, my dear Gabriel, before I'll snap your neck. And, really, we wouldn't want this to happen, no? Think of the mesu'd u'd make..."he chuckled darkly and lightly touched my cheek to stroke it.

I resent him for every move, every taunt, and every word he speaks.

Still, my grip on him got weaker and I released Vlad, unconsciously wiping my "dirty" hands on my long coat.
Vladislaus took notice of this, because the next thing he did was taking my face into his ice-cold hands and tracing its contours. Slowly, gently.

His piercing black eyes 't a't allow me to avert my gaze and it was then, that my master demanded all of my attention. His face abruptly changed from a grinning clown's face to a stone-cold mask, showing all his power, age and cruelty.

"Listen to me carefully, my creature", his hissed words pierced my ears.
"This mortal here has become a waste of flesh and bone. There's almost nothing left that could have purpose for either one of us. No brain, no reason, no sanity. Just blood."

Here, Vlad´s voice lowered, his eyes shone the light-blue of the predator and infected me with hunger and longing for the blood that pulsed through Carl´s sick system, standing there in front of us, seemingly waiting.

"That's right, my child. Do a good deed today. Redeem him.", Dracula whispered into my, pr, probingly dared to lick its lobe and then moved his rough mouth downwards my neck to taste its scent.

Involuntarily, I released a shuddering breath at his actions and this seemed to not only please Vlad immensely, but also encourage him. My face in his left hand, he had no need to bow it to the right to get better access on my throat. I already did it for him, my body betraying my deepest hatred for this unethical vampire and his actions.

"No..."my weak voice croaked as an attempt to answer his request, but also to show resistance to his caresses that would bring my sanity back. It didn't work.

Dracula's silken voice continued to invade my ears: "See it as a small, easy task, a test...after that I will accept you as my creation and show you everything you need to know."

False promises, spoken with incredible skill of plausibility and persuasion.

I dared not to move. Frozen like a statue, but breathing heavily without really needing air, I stood there, in the iron grip of my maker, who so effectively continued to claim my body and my reason.

He gently sank a single fang into my neck's flesh as to ask me formissmission first. Under the burning eyes of Vlad, my mouth fell open a bit and released the slightest moan.
I was disgusted by my own actions, but couldn't regain hold on my body's reactions any longer.

I guessed that every fledgling must stand under the spell of his master. A spell so powerful, that they are helpless, boneless.

"First lesson learned", my maker commented on my realization and rewarded me with a hard suck on my throat that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
With one tooth opening a small vein, the first droplets of blood rolled onto his lips and caused him to release a satisfied sound.

He didn't lick his stained mouth clean, but turned into my face. "You are delicious, Gabriel."

He let me taste myself by claiming my mouth in an open kiss. When our lips and quick breaths met, the burning sensation in my stomach changed from hunger into desire.
Desire for...this...thing.
For...my master.

My dead heart had no power left to retune my body and actions.
A last whispered attempt to stop Dracula rather became a joke, causing Vlad to smile.

"I...can't..."

"Oh yes, you can. I will show you how perfect you can be..."

The man who caused my body to react so strangely, traced my lips with feather-light touches and then his head and mouth went back to continue their work on my throat. A second fang split my skin and revealed the thick red liquid, so precious for Dracula and now for me as well.

I closed my eyes in silent anticipation and waited for the bite to come, but all Dracula did was using his rough tongue on my neck. The licking and lapping did nothing to calm my aroused state.

Also, the hand that now started to trail down my neck and to my chest dangerously challenged my self-control. My own stunned eyes watched, when my hands joined the icy fingers to help them open the buttons of my shirt and get rid of the rough fabric.

Dracula's hand joined his second and he roamed over my chest, violating my skin and leaving marks with their rough and impatient touch. My surrendering moan encouraged him to use his mouth on my exposed skin as well and when he caught my right nipple between his sharp teeth, my legs lost their strength to stand.

Together, we sank to the floor.

All of my remaining doubts and qualms had left me the moment my knees had given way to my lust. Lying there on the floor, twisting in Dracula's embrace and burning for his touches, I got a lecture of what being a full Fledging could mean.

Submission, Dependence and Giving up...but also Lust, Sex and pure Bliss.

Dracula's cruelty knew no end. After working on my hardened nipple until it hurt, he bit down savagely to drink from me with deep and long swallows.

The sensation of his mouth sucking on me and the feeling of losing blood and flowing into my master let me forget every sexual encounter I had in my life.
All the nights in whorehouses, stained beds, dirty bodies became worthless, little nothings.

I bent into Dracula and yearned for his touch, his immortal body and his essence.
My master's essence, the most precious thing for a Fledgling.

Vlad must have realized my strong need for him, because he released my right nipple and let my nervous hands undress him of his cloak and shirt. His dark chuckle no longer annoyed me, but made me moan with impatience and longing.

My creator's hands joined my shaking fingers and supported me in opening his black silken shirt. With a superior look on his face, Vlad let me explore his body. I wasn´t able to last long on sexual foreplay like him, searched for a pulsing vein in his throat and literally ripped his skin open to quench my unbearable thirst.

I embraced him hard around his waist to pump more blood into my mouth and fascinated by my own gulping sounds, I savoured every drop of my master's essence, burning my tongue and throat.

We shared blood in ecstasy for 5 times this night, all the time under a pair of mortal eyes.

Carl still was with us, playing voyeur involuntarily.
I found a sick pleasure in being watched by a mortal, while I sucked at an open vein on Dracula's chest.

Carl might have had no brains left. But his eyes mirrored our actions.

Lying in a deep embrace with my master, I listened to the new blood rushing through my veins. It told me of a dark past, full of war and blood.
Vlad´s past.
But also our past.
Days long gone, full of friendship, trust and love. Images of Vladislaus Dracula and me together, like we were now. Mortal, but true lovers.

My eyes went wide at the memories coming back to me with the help of Vlad´s blood.

Dracula smiled. "Now you know..."

To Be Continued...