This is my first VT fanfic.

Um, the plot's more focused on Otis, his life when Tomas left and before and after Dorian found him and took him 'under his wing'. However, there will be Dorian/Otis after Otis warms up to Dorian.

Forewarning, this fanfiction will contain rape, abuse, and torment. Please, if you're going to be uncomfortable with any or all of those tags, I highly recommend you to leave and read something less...dark.

But, truly, other than that, do enjoy yourselves.


"A human, Tomas. I understand the need to be loved, but to abandon all of Elysia for a human? That's madness." Otis' brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing, "Where will you go?"

"I dare not say." Tomas hissed out towards his younger brother.

Flinching, the shorter male swallowed harshly, "You don't trust me?"

Tomas had held his gaze with Otis' desperate cerulean pools. The raven looked down before shaking his head, "I dare not say."

That hurt. His older brother was actually leaving him. For a human. Vikas was still enraged with Otis for what he had done to Nadya. The babe vampire clicked his tongue, "Fine," he hissed out, "go if you must. But don't come running to me when this all comes crashing down upon you."

Tomas blinked, his dark eyes looking at the blonde over his shoulder, "Otis..." He clicked his tongue, sighing, "We're brothers, Otis. We always will be."


Otis coughed, having his arms held. Crimson splattered along the pavement.

The young vampire's chest heaved. As much as he had learned from Vikas while in Siberia, Otis was still a child. Ever since Tomas left, his life crashed immediately.

It's dark.

The college teacher's eyes wandered about the alley. He gasped at the sudden force against his ribs. Azure orbs slipped closed, fangs elongated. The only sound that slipped past Otis' lips was a whimper. It was his third broken rib tonight. The vampire felt his supply for oxygen wearing thin. Another mouthful of blood covered the blacktop.

"Where's your precious brother, Otis?"

He didn't answer. The only response the man got from him was a glare. Even he couldn't answer something he didn't know. The Frenchman tried to tug his way from the brutes holding him. It was futile. He yelped at the feeling of his wrist breaking. His cold blue eyes squeezed shut as Otis found himself finally falling to his knees. The man snickered, a cold leather hand reaching out to pick up the blonde's chin. Pants escaped the young vampire's lips, creating warm clouds within the cool air. His eyes narrowed once more. Otis refused to break. Especially in front of the man keeping him like this.

"Lovely face." He snickered, looking at the sapphire hues, "You look so dangerous, when you're-" Otis' eyes widened at the snap of his jaw,"-useless against me. You're nothing but a child, Otis."

Said man swallowed his metallic blood, having it stain his fangs and teeth. His chest heaved before he coughed, managing to speak somehow, "I maybe...useless...but, you're...the fool who's...asking asking some...thing that even I...cannot answer, D'Ablo..."

The vampire's grey eyes narrowed before he snapped his fingers. The men dropped Otis, causing him to spit up more blood. The teacher didn't have the time to speak when he was kicked in the ribs. Azure pools widened at the collision. It sent him tumbling to a dumpster. Otis grit his teeth, watching D'Ablo leave. The blonde's shoulders trembled as he found a tear rolling down to his nose.

"I'm sorry, Tomas."

Of course his brother wouldn't hear him, but it always soothed Otis when he wouldn't hear a crunch as if a signal of cutting him off.

Otis frowned, feeling a migraine come upon him. He couldn't much take the quiet within his head. It was practically foreign to the babe vampire. After centuries of communicating with Tomas like they used to. It made Otis nuts.

It's dark...

The Frenchman felt himself nod off into unconsciousness from lack of blood and feeding.


It's so dark...

A sharp pain ran through Otis' shoulder blade. He gasped, looking back to see a man over him. He face was immediately pressed against the wood.

Wait. Wood?

The vampire panicked, trying to break free. He felt himself becoming more and more tired as he tried. Otis looked back, seeing a needle slip out. His hazy azure hues looked tiredly at the man. He saw the stakes. Slayers. The blonde looked across the room, feeling his eyes slip close. Honestly, to die from a slayer. But, he was out numbered. And whatever the slayer put into his body, surely made Otis weary.

His cheek was slapped, causing the blonde to jolt and look up. The slayers only snickered as they flipped the teacher over. His sapphire pools widened when he felt them draw closer to his body, touching his chest and running their hands up his clothed legs. He shivered, closing his eyes tightly. What was happening? He felt his buckle of his belt beginning to come lose.

Otis let out a choked noise. No. The babe vampire writhed, going into a state of panic. He didn't like where this was going. His still-broken ribs were kicked against. The blonde gasped, his body bucking upwards. Blood splashed from his lips, staining his lips. He panted heavily, feeling his slacks being drawn down. The teacher shuddered, closing his eyes tightly, trying not to make much movement. He wanted to avoid anymore injuries.

He felt his own belt crack against his bare skin of his chest. Otis whimpered, hearing the slayer speak, "Turn." Taking in a shaky breath, the Frenchman turned around on his stomach. His sapphire orbs widened at his hips being yanked up. His rear pressed flushed against the slayer's lips. The blonde buried his face within his arms, biting his lip. He felt throbbing within his gums. His eyes snapped open again, pressing his index finger along-where his fangs should be, but instead, he only felt the soft plush of his gums.

The vampire shuddered, snapping his mouth shut. His lips pressed together, tears filling his eyes. They took his fangs. They'd regrow, certainly, but that was Otis' only ticket to get free. Obviously, these slayers weren't very stupid. Otis sighed shakily. He gasped quickly when his boxers were yanked down. He grit his teeth when his hair was yanked up. He couldn't much talk from his broken jaw, so swearing was impossible to do.

Otis yelped when he felt something push within him roughly. Tears pooled along his tear duct. His hair was yanked on more, getting him to dip his head back. The babe vampire glared up at the man, receiving another harsh tug. Otis nearly choked on the smell of tobacco entering his nose.

"Don't you dare make a noise, vampire."

The other slayers snickered, having their hands trail along Otis' bare body. He shivered, trying to hold back whimpers from the hands on his ribs and the pounding against his hips. It was excruciating. Otis' breath became ragged as he tried to keep himself calm. It hurt. And he was defenseless. Whatever he had swimming through his veins was surely making him weak. The blonde grit his teeth, feeling tears drip on the floor. It was too dark to see anything but shadows. None of them were gentle, not even the rookies. In fact, they seemed to be more forceful.

Having himself reach his climax over six times, the slayers got bored. Tonight. Otis' arms were bound behind his back by handcuffs. He was brought up to his feet. Tiredly, the vampire trudged his way through before being thrown into a closet. He whimpered at the collision against back. He slid down the wall, watching the door close. Having a gag over his mouth, Otis fell to his side, ignoring the pain in his ribs. The Frenchman looked at the crack of light seeping in the closet he lay in. He closed his eyes, bangs overlapping the cerulean hues. His breathing stabled and soon enough, the mythology teacher fell asleep in his new hell-hole.