Title: Beauty of the Beast
Disclaimer: I own none of the original story; it all belongs to some other guy.
Summary: The poor young Pope gets kidnapped by a roughly group of vampires. Petro isn't there to personally defend him, so who's gonna help out the poor boy? A stranger, that's who, and Petro is going to be none to happy to find this OC roaming about.
Warnings: There's gonna be m/m relations later… way later… and probably quite a bit of gore, well, not a lot, but some.
Chapter 2 Find Each Other In The Dark
Allessandro slowly came to. He wasn't sure what had happened. He was lying on his right side and his head felt as if it had been hit with a sledgehammer. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw that he was lying on a stone floor in a small dark room. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but as he tried to recall what happened to have put him in a place like this, he suddenly remembered the attack.
Several of Petros's men had tried to fight them off, but they were had been cut down, seemingly without effort. Caterina's men had tired to defend him, but they hadn't had much luck either. The vampires had obviously learned who he was, because they ignored everyone else. They'd gone straight for him, cutting down anyone that got in their way. The last thing that he remembered was a frightening bloody smirk from what seemed to be the lead vampire, just before he was knocked out.
Allessandro rolled onto his stomach and tried to push himself up, but his head throbbed in irritation at his movement. He reached behind his head and hissed as he felt a sharp pain as his fingers brushed over the wound. As he brought his hand in front of his face, he could see something dark covering his fingers. The room was already dark, and for that he was grateful. The headache he was currently sustaining would have been that much more painful had there been any more light in the room.
He sat himself up against the closest wall to get a better look at his surroundings. He was in a small empty room. There was a door, slightly ajar to his left, and there was a small amount of firelight coming from it.
He heard something slam. He flinched at the noise, making his head throb again. He pulled his legs up, pressing his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He quietly listened for any more noise from the other room. It was seconds before he heard the muffled voices of several men. He could hear the entire conversation through the doorway. As soon as he realized what they were saying, he secretly wished that he couldn't hear them.
"I will not. He's not just some kid. He's the fucking Pope! You can't just expect me to go along with this!"
"Look, Marc, it's not that big of a deal. He's just like all the others." Allessandro slowly slid himself along the wall further from the doorway.
"No, he's not like all the others. I am not going to do it."
"Yes you will. You're going to drain him, just enough." A third voice spoke. It sounded colder than the other two.
"I'm not going to drain him. You bastards just want a new toy to fuck whenever you want!" Allessandro froze, he was working his way up to a full on panic attack.
These vampires were going to drain his blood, and they were going to use him like that… It was frightening to think about. The worst part was that there was nothing he could do about it. He was defenseless, and there was no way that anyone in the Vatican would know what had happened until tomorrow, when the messenger didn't arrive. Allessandro felt hot tears well up in his eyes as his breathing increased. What am I going to do…?
The second voice spoke again. "Marc, you don't have to…"
"Shut the hell up Reich! We need him to do it. He's the only one that actually knows what he's doing when he's draining someone. He at least knows how to keep them alive."
"Shut up. I won't do it." Allessandro heard footsteps and the slamming of a door.
"You're not going anywhere. We need this done. Now."
"Marc, give it up. You know as well as we do that brother of his is going to find out about this, one way or another. He'll be sending an army after our asses faster than you can say your mother's name. Not to mention his sister, I hear she's got some real freaks under her command." A fourth voice piped up. It sounded more masculine than the others, even though they were all men.
Allessandro huddled closer to himself. The only thing he could think about was Petros and how worried he had been. I'm so sorry Petros. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I never should have left the Vatican. I never should have come out here.
The voices had escalated as he thought about home. He heard the sounds of a fight. There was yelling and a final crashing sound.
"Marco, don't do this. I can promise you that they won't care. They won't care if you helped him, they will still kill you, just because you are a vampire and you are involved with us." It was the second voice. It sounded strained, like he was forcing the words out.
"I don't care. I won't let you do this, it's wrong! It's beyond wrong!" There was another slam, with a slick wet sound to it. Allessandro flinched. It sounded like someone was stabbed.
The door to the room was slammed open. A tall man, with broad shoulders and chin length brown hair stumbled into the room. He had a large trail of blood coursing down the left side of his front from a wound on or near his neck and shoulder. He held a bundle of something under his arm.
He took several steps into the room. As he moved closer, Allessandro moved away from him as quickly as he could, backing further into the wall.
"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to help you. Here, change into these, it should make it easier for you to get around." He calmly tossed the bundle over to Allessandro. "I won't even look, I'll turn around and everything." Allessandro watched as the man turned away from him. He quickly took the clothes. A gray t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Without wasting any time, he changed into the other clothes, leaving his robes behind on the floor.
He cautiously looked up at the man, still standing with his back facing him in the doorway. The only reason Allessandro was listening to him at all was because he recognized his voice as the only man in the other room that refused to hurt him.
The man turned to see if he was dressed. Seeing that he was, he held out his hand. "Please come with me. I have to get you out of here before someone else comes." Allessandro cautiously took the man's hand and found himself being pulled against the man's chest as he was led through the other room.
The blood from the vampire's neck wound was seeping into the fabric of the gray shirt he was wearing. He didn't care enough about that to do anything about it though.
As he was practically carried from the room, he caught small glimpses of the carnage that had happened in the room. Apparently this man had to kill the other three vampires in the room. The way he was being carried blocked his vision of most of the room, he assumed it was on purpose.
"Listen," He spoke as they were out of the room. He shut the door, and released his hold on Allessandro. "More of them are probably on their way right now. I need you to get out of here. I don't know much in the way of getting out of here. All I can tell you is to keep moving. Don't stop. Any noises you hear, stay away from. Go towards the silence and you should be okay."
The man dragged him through the tunnels for a while until they came to a three way split. The man cursed silently to himself.
"Alright. Hopefully the scent of my blood on your shirt will throw them off. Go down that left tunnel. Take the third left turn, and then the fourth right turn. That's as far as I am aware, but that should get you started." He started to turn away, but froze. He whispered something to himself before turning back around. "The wolf. They should let the wolf out to track you down. He's designed to kill, they should send him after. If you see him, don't run. He's been a prisoner here his entire life. If you find him, he will probably protect you in an attempt to get out of here. Good luck."
As he turned Allessandro called out to him. "Wait! Your name. What's your name?"
The man smiled sadly back at him. "It's Marco. Please, just get out of here alive."
"Thank you… Marco." The two of them went their own separate ways.
Allessandro quickly made his way down the left tunnel. He carefully tried to count the tunnels he passed. As he reached the third left tunnel, he turned. As he was running, he heard sounds coming from several tunnels behind him. He blinked the tears from his eyes, paying close attention to the number of right tunnels he was running past.
Suddenly and without warning, as he passed the third right tunnel, he was taken out by an arm extended from the shadows.
"Well well well. Looky what I found. Looks like I'm the lucky first son of a bitch to find the new toy huh? That means that I get to play with you now, right?" The vampire stepped from the shadows. He was wearing a long sleeved dark blue shirt and blue jeans. He had long brown hair that gradually got darker till it was black at the tips.
Allessandro stumbled back away from him. "N-No. I'm not, I-I just want to get out of here. Please." He awkwardly stumbled over his words as the vampire smiled wickedly at him.
"It looks like we've got a bit of a problem then huh? You seem to wanna get the hell out of here, and I, well, I just wanna fuck you till I can make you scream."
"Wha- No!" Allessandro shouted as the vampire grabbed him by the wrist and slammed him into the wall of the tunnel he'd been hiding in, knocking the wind out of him for a few seconds. As he tried to regain his breath, the vampire was already dragging his slightly clawed fingernails over his stomach, under his shirt.
"No! Please, stop. I don't want this… Stop! Let me go!" He cried as he tried to struggle away from the vampire and his deadly roaming hands. The steel, vice-like grip was not loosening, neither was the vampire listening to his desperate cries as he lowered himself closer, his chest keeping him pinned down even more firmly.
The creature was moving on to try and pry open his pants while lapping at his throat. Allessandro froze, paralyzed with fear. Once again feeling completely helpless, and useless. Unable to defend himself from what he knew was about to happen. He choked out a sob as the vampire whispered to him by his throat.
"Hehe, I'll bet you taste so good. Like a dove, beautiful, pure, crisp, like snow." As the tongue trailed up his neck, Allessandro whimpered in fear. He could feel the vampires jaws opening up next to him.
Just before he felt the teeth sink into his neck, he heard a sound, like clicking. Something clicking along the floor of the caves, getting louder and closer.
Allessandro's eyes were shut tight. He didn't want to know what the clicking sound was, just as he didn't want to see the vampire in front of him. But as waited for the feeling of teeth to tear through his flesh, it never came. He didn't open his eyes until he felt the weight of the body on top of him disappear.
He glanced in front of him. The vampire that had been on top of him was now suspended several feet in the air. The entire right side of his body was engulfed in darkness. It took Allessandro several seconds to realize what it was that had the vampire, stunned, in the air.
A beast, nearly ten feet tall. It's muzzle was the size of the vampire's torso. It's eyes a pale ice blue, shimmering with gold and silver flakes.
The vampire seemed to come out of his stupor as he used his uninhibited arm to reach around and try to grab a hold of the beasts jaw. Without warning, Allessandro heard the scream as the bones inside the vampire began snapping and cracking with a wet popping noise. The sound sent shivers through his entire body. He watched, horrified as the vampire's blood began seeping from under the dark muzzle. The screaming stopped almost as abruptly as it had begun as the beast dropped the dead creature to the ground. It's teeth stained with the fresh blood.
The beast looked right at him. It's gold and silver ice eyes acquiring a softer look to them than they just had. Allessandro looked at the rest of it. The fur along the beasts face was all black, but the fur lining most of the rest of it's body was layered, it looked black, but it had a white undercoat. It's nose was black with a line of white straight up the middle.
Allessandro just stood staring at it. He didn't dare move. It took him several minutes to remember what Marco had said. "Are you… A-are you the one, the one Marco told me about…?" He cautiously looked up at the beast. No, not a beast. He's a wolf. A werewolf. He told himself. The wolf's eyes looked at him, they didn't look as scary as they had, they looked almost curious. His left ear twitched.
The wolf stepped over the bloody mass that had once been a vampire and softly pressed it's nose into Allessandro's chest. It shifted to the side and knelt down, offering it's right side. It twitched it's right ear, seemingly signaling Allessandro to get on it's back.
As he climbed up, the laid himself across the wolf's back, wrapping his arms around what he could of it's neck, clutching it's fur. "I hope you know where you're going." He whispered to the wolf. Without any type of response, the wolf started moving.
Author's Note: Nothing to say concerning this. Still revamping. I'll probably work on fixing my other two fics also, but only when I have time. (Secretly I was supposed to be working on my final project for my computer information and proctors class…) Again, sorry it's been over a year since I've done anything with this. I wasn't paying attention and things were forgotten and lost… so, I'm sorry for those of you who read this. Its all still pretty much the exact same story, only now it's better, at least I think so.
So, read and review, blahblahblah.