Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. They all belong to the people who created them and the actors who play the parts. I just had to borrow them for a little while. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Well, maybe.

Hi! Thanks for taking the time to read this story. It's much more sexual that the others I've submitted. I guess it had to come out sometime. While the acts themselves only happen once or twice, the effects last a while so it's not for the squeamish. I'm sorry if this offends you but I'm trying to give you fair warning. The good news is, this chapter doesn't have any sexual violence in it.

At the moment the story is primarily centered around Poltergeist: the Legacy. That will change after the first few chapters. I just can't resist throwing as many different characters as I can into a story to see what happens. I was also giving into my sadistic tendencies by beating the crap out of my favourite characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Chapter One

Nick Boyle startled awake. His gray eyes blinked. In a heartbeat his Navy Seals training kicked in and he was scanning his immediate surroundings, assessing threats. He found himself in a very dark room with his hands and feet bound with coarse rope. He wasn't a particularly tall man, about five foot eight inches but he prided himself for the strength in his body. At the moment, though, it wasn't doing him much good.

"Damn," he thought as he tried to remember how he came to be wherever here was. It didn't help. Sweat began to trickle down his close cropped brown hair. He wasn't sure if it was from the heat in the small room or fear. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know the answer either.

Light flooded Nick's cell as the heavy wooden door creaked open. Blinded, he turned his head away from the light and waited for his eyes to adjust. Footsteps shuffled up to him where he lay on the floor. Rough hands caught hold of Nick's arms and hauled him to his feet. Despite the bonds Nick fought against being taken.

"He's a feisty one," the nearest black blob blocking out the light said as Nick turned his head toward the door. He should be able to see properly by now but everything was still very blurry. He wondered again what the hell had happened.

"Make's the blood all the sweeter," a male voice replied behind him. All Nick could manage was a grunt as he was pushed forward. Unable to stop, Nick crashed to the ground, a low moan escaping his lips. He could smell the floor, an almost mouldy dampness that reminded him of unfinished basements but his eyes were still being uncooperative.

"Don't bruise him," the first voice said. "He's going to need all the blood he has."

Fear spiked through Nick's system. He'd been preyed upon twice before by vampires. He knew the sick helplessness of feeling his life ebb away while not being able to stop it. Desperately, he tried to break free but they were far too strong. Each man was holding him by the upper arm in a vise-like gripe.

The two men dragged Nick through the door and down several hallways. The hallways had pools of light but he couldn't tell for sure what was making them. His inherent sense of direction let him know how to get back to his cell but it also told him that where ever he was covered a huge area. The walls passed by so fast, his knees dragging on the ground, that he couldn't tell what they were made of.

Nick's captors passed through a large door way. Suddenly, he had a sense of great space as the ceiling and walls vanished into darkness. If his eyes had been working properly, he'd have recognized the display in the centre as an alter to some dark force. As it was, all Nick could really see were several blobs and black within black. He continued to fight against his captors but to no avail. Nick felt the two men pick him up and toss him like a sack of potatoes onto some kind of furs. They left him lying on his stomach long enough to cut through his bonds. Then he was flipped onto his back.

Murmuring surrounded the ex-Seal. The voices came out of the darkness making hairs stand up all over his body. Untied for the first time, Nick tried to skitter away from the voices only to be forced back onto the fur by innumerable hands. Disembodied hands held his arms, legs and torso. Some were running over his clothes feeling his chest, stomach and groin. Grunting in fear and frustration Nick fought desperately but they didn't seem to notice.

"Well, well. You're as good as I remember," a voice stated from above him. Instantly Nick recognized the voice as belonging to a young looking vampire named Marcus. His heart fell down into his stomach. Flashes of his last two encounters played through his mind, momentarily paralyzing him.

"What do you want from me?" Nick managed. All round him was light from candles that had just been lighted and shadows but no discernable shapes. The apparently disembodies hands continued to roam over his body.

"I knew you would be a worthwhile prize," Marcus replied, his voice closer as a shadow moved over Nick. The hands withdrew to be replaced by a single hand with ice cold fingers. It gently, but firmly, turned Nick's head to the left, exposing his jugular vein.

"It'll hurt more if you fight," Marcus stated, his breath cold and foul smelling on Nick's left cheek.

Flesh tore, warm blood flowed over Nick's neck as pain seared through his system. He gasped, feeling as though he were drowning and closed his eyes against the swirling darkness. Dimly he could hear his father, somewhere deep in his subconscious mind, shouting and screaming at him to no give in, to fight until the end. Darkness descended.

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Consciousness came back slowly. Pain pulsed through Nick's neck. Shuddering like he'd spend the last four hours in an ice house, the young ex-Seal blinked several times to clear his eyes and his mind. By sheer force of will, Nick kept from moaning or otherwise crying out. His eyes were clearer but they really didn't tell him much more. He was still in the dark room. Torches lined the entrance, giving some light but not much.

A quick glance revealed he appeared to be alone. Nick attempted to gain his feet. The farthest he got was his elbows before wave after wave of pain and nausea crashed over him. Gasping, Nick was forced to lie back down. He barely managed to roll onto his right side before bile rushed out onto the fur beside his head. In his misery Nick hadn't even felt his stomach muscles clench.

"Now, now, Nick. That's not good," Marcus purred from nearby. "I don't want you to die. I enjoy your blood too much for that."

Another heave which Nick felt this time, and there was nothing left in his stomach. The dry-heaves began. Growing weaker by the moment, all Nick could do was watch as the vampire drew near.

"There, there," Marcus said. His voice was remarkably compassionate as he placed a cold, damp rag on Nick's forehead. He used another to wipe the bile off Nick's mouth and cheek.

Sickened by his weakness and the fear that had begun in his stomach Nick closed his eyes and waited for his body to finish. After what felt like an eternity, his stomach calmed and the shaking stopped.

"Feeling better?" Marcus asked. "Maybe you'd like something to drink?"

His eyes still closed, Nick felt a bottle being held to his lips. Dehydrated beyond anything he'd ever felt, he allowed the vampire to trickle fluid into his mouth. He was as weak as a newborn kitten and couldn't have fended off the bottle if he'd wanted to.

When Nick had drank as much as he could, he turned his head away. The bottle withdrew.

"Clean him up," Marcus ordered somewhere above him. Hands caught hold of Nick and lifted him as if he were nothing more than a child. Opening his eyes, the world swam around Nick but he still had the sense that he was being moved to another area of the room. The only way he could really tell was that the torches became a little more distant.

Then there was light. A fire burned nearby, releasing heat into the cool air. Nick was quickly stripped before he had any real chance to argue. Then he was being placed into a bathtub or warm water. He was scrubbed quickly and impersonally. Even in the dim light of the fire, he couldn't see anything other than dark shapes surrounding him. The nausea threatened again. Nick closed his eyes against it and tried to ignore what was being done to him.

Finished, the vampires picked him up and carried him over to what felt like a bed and laid him down on a rough blanket. All ready goose bumps were being raised on his wet skin. His teeth chattering, nick opened his eyes again. Two female vampires were drying him off. The flames reflected off of their faces. Embarrassment rose as they reached his groin area. He quickly found he was helpless to stop them. Satisfied that he was dry, the women proceeded to dress the ex Seal in a long rope and a pair of underwear.

"Comfy?" Marcus asked. Out of the darkness he appeared. Marcus's pale face was shining dimly in the shadows, his blond hair as immaculate as ever. Casually he sat down on the bed beside the now clothed Nick. The blond vampire reached over and gently brushed some stray brown hairs across Nick's forehead.

"Don't touch me," Nick growled. The intimacy of the action unsettled him. Nick Boyle was many things but homosexual wasn't one of them.

"You're not in a position to argue." Marcus caught hold of Nick's nearest arm and lifted it toward him. Smiling, Marcus bit into the delicate flesh covering Nick's wrist. He hissed against the pain and tried desperately to defend himself to no avail. Darkness clouded the corners of Nick's vision. He broke out in a cold sweat and must have turned pale. Marcus ran his tongue over the ripped flesh but stopped sucking on it. Still smiling, he pulled a white cloth out of his pocket and used it to bandage the damage.

"I'm going to kill you," Nick whispered, fighting against unconsciousness.

"If you do that, the others will drink you dry. Besides, you'll never get home without my help," Marcus assured him. His voice was still very gentle, as if he were talking to a child not someone that wanted to end his existence.

"What do you mean?" Nick breathed, his vision diminishing with each heartbeat.

"Look around. We're nowhere near where you belong." Marcus paused to pull a fur blanket up over Nick before continuing. "There's an interesting fact about vampires that the Legacy has never figured out. Not only are we immortal, but we can travel back and forth through our own life times."

"You're joking?" Nick's stomach sank at the implications. Overwhelmed, he gave in and let the darkness take him. As he lost consciousness, he heard Marcus laughing heartily.

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"Why doesn't he just finish him and be done with it?" Nick heard a voice ask from the end of a long tunnel.

"Why? When you want someone to suffer you don't end it quickly. The meat and his people were responsible for killing Marcus the thirteenth and fourteenth time," a second voice replied. Nick thought they might have been the two men that had dragged him down here.

"I have leaving meat around. It starts to stink after a while," the first voice stated.

"That's what we're here to prevent," the second man said. Nick dimly felt his body being lifted up. Suddenly he was very tired and very cold as the vampires stripped him of his robe.

Water ran over first his right arm and then his left as they gave him a sponge bath. The cold deepened to the core of his being. Nick started trembling again. The shivers were so bad even his teeth started chattering. He kept his eyes closed. Somehow it was easier to take that way.

By the time they were done, Nick was numb. He had no idea where they were but it definitely didn't have central heating. The vampires appeared to enjoy his discomfort because they barely tried to dry him before covering him with a fresh rob and what felt almost like a diaper. Humiliated, Nick supposed it made some kind of sense. It still didn't take the sting away.

Nick forced his protesting body up onto his elbows. Seeing this, one of the vampires tending him smiled, baring his fangs. "Apparently he isn't weak enough." It was the first voice Nick had heard.

Still grinning, the vampire pulled Nick's bandaged wrist out from under him causing his body to fall back onto the bed. Nick was nearly exhausted from the energy it had taken to maintain that much of an upright position. The young ex Seal attempted to pull his arm away and kick the man in the head at the same time. Neither action happened however Nick's body just couldn't manage it.

Slowly, as if savouring the moment, the vampire unwrapped the bandage from around Nick's torn wrist. He paused long enough to breathe in the metallic scent of blood before carefully cutting open the barely scabbed holes with his fang. Blood gushed as nausea and unconsciousness crashed over Nick. A small gasp escaped his parted lips as he slipped into oblivion.

"I don't think you should have done that," the second vampire stated, taking in the human's green and white complexion as his eyes rolled back into his head.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the first vampire allowed a self-satisfied smile to brighten his dark features. "Marcus is right. He does taste very good."

Footsteps approached from down the corridor leading to the central chamber. Quickly, the first vampire licked the blood off Nick's wrist before reapplying the bandage. There was no hiding the few drops of blood that had fallen on the human's robes and bed clothes. He hoped no one would notice.

Marcus entered followed by a tall human with salt and pepper hair. Behind the human were two of Marcus's lieutenants, one of which carried a bowl of some steaming concoction. Ignoring the two subordinates, Marcus knelt down on the bed beside the insensate ex Seal.

"What happened here?" he demanded. The scent of spilled blood was unmistakable. Marcus knew how much blood he could remove from the human body before causing catastrophic failure among the organs and tissues. He could sense instinctively that his favourite prey was on or below that threshold, beyond where he'd left him.

"He was fighting. I had to get him to stop," the first vampire replied, a slight quiver in his voice.

"By draining him???" Marcus demanded. His ire raised, he struck the offending individual across the face, hard. "If I ever catch you near my prey again, I'll slit your throat and let your blood feed the ground."

"Yes, sir," vampire number one said diffidently as he made haste out of the chamber.

"You," Marcus growled, indicating the human. "You are responsible for keeping your friend alive. You can start by getting this broth into him.

"If he dies, so do you." With that, Marcus ushered the other vampires out of the cavern, pausing long enough to post two guards at the entrance.

Waiting until the vampires had left, the human advanced toward the bed, the bowl of broth clutched in both hands. "Nick?" he called out quietly, his voice lilting with a soft Welsh accent.

Getting no response, the tall man set the bowl down beside the bed and then sat on the fur beside the unconscious man. The ex-Seal's pale, drawn appearance shocked him. Fearing the worst, he checked for a pulse on the side of Nick's neck that had not been gnawed on and was rewarded with a weak but steady rhythm. A quiet groan issued from the younger man's lips but he gave no indication of coming around.

"Damn them," Derek Raines swore. He turned to pick up the bowl but as he did so a bubbling sound caught his attention. Realization came quickly and Derek got Nick rolled onto his side just as bile trickled out of his mouth. An instant later and the young man would have drowned on his own vomit.

The vampires had left a basin of clean water and a cloth. Retrieving these, Derek gently cleaned his friend's face and the fur bed spread. Fear continued to gnaw at his insides as he replaced the basin and picked up the bowl. Derek knew he had to get some form of nutrition into the young man before permanent damage set in. Gently, he propped Nick's head and torso against his own body to prevent him from choking. Then he used the spoon supplied to dribble a small amount of the broth between Nick's open lips.

Convulsively the unconscious man gagged and then choked as broth made its way into his lungs. His entire body convulsed as the choking coughs continued, arching him away from Derek's supportive body. Desperately, Derek rolled him onto his stomach with his head hanging over the side of the bed and pounded him on the back to dislodge the offending liquid.

Long minutes passed during which Derek could do little more than wait for the ex-Seal to recover. Eventually the coughing was replaced by ragged breathing.

Cautiously, Derek rolled the smaller man back up to a half sitting position. The grey eyes flickered blurrily in the gaunt face. "Derek?" he asked, his voice little more than a croak around his painfully raw throat. In the dim light form the fire, Nick wasn't sure of his cognitive abilities.

"Yes, it's me. They captured me to take care of you. Apparently Marcus enjoys the taste of your blood," Derek replied.

Tenderly he drew the smaller man against him again and proceeded to feed him the broth while he was still awake. He knew it killed the proudly independent younger man to be bed but he didn't have the strength to do it himself.

Four spoonfuls later, Nick had had all he could safely drink. All ready, his stomach was beginning to spasm in protest because of the unfamiliar food. "Enough," Nick managed, turning his head away as bile rose in his throat anew. Swallowing in rapid succession he managed to prevent the bile from making it all the way up. That was one small victory at least.

"We'll try again later," Derek replied as he slid out from under Nick long enough to set the broth down. Gently he slid back underneath Nick's body and graced himself against the metal bar that created the head board. The younger man felt deathly cold against him. Cautiously, he pulled part of the fur up and over Nick in an attempt to warm him.

"I'm okay," Nick mumbled, attempting to pull away from his mentor and boss. He had little success but he kept trying none the less.

"Save your strength, Nick," Derek stated, pulling the slight body back. "You're going to need it if we're going to escape."

Giving in against the temporarily stronger man, Nick relaxed and closed his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, the body heat coming from Derek felt good.

"Marcus said we can't escape," Nick managed as sleep crept over him as the chill slowly ebbed away.

"There's always a way," Derek replied as Nick's breathing deepened to soft snores. Concerned that the younger man wasn't breathing right, Derek had never heard him snore before, he shifted his head and torso until Nick leaned against his left chest and shoulder. The snoring stopped. Satisfied, Derek prepared to watch over the injured man for as long as he slept.

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