Author's Note: This chapter contains M/M rape, sexual coercion, and self-hatred as a result of past rape.
Chapter 2
The young woman struggled against the monster's iron grip. Dirt caked her face and a trail of blood leaked from her scalp matting her hair to her skin.
She wore a sky blue dress jacket, a high-necked white floral blouse, and a matching straight-leg skirt that went to her calves. Her stockings were torn revealing the creamy skin beneath and her hair had fallen out of its perfectly coiffed bun and hung loose around her face.
"Do you feel the instinct within you to feed?" The monster asked. His pale blue eyes glowed with a cold fire. "Do you feel how your body changes when the bloodlust hits you?"
My entire body trembled. I felt unbearably cold and lethargic. I knew the symptoms of hypothermia well having experienced a minor case of it in Anchorage, but I had never experienced a sensation of cold this pervasive and unyielding
"Why am I so cold?" I croaked. I sat on my knees and clutched at my sides.
The monster's hand tenderly brushed back the hair on my forehead. "The transition is not fully complete yet. Your body is dying. That's why you feel so cold. You must feed, my pet."
When I heard the word 'feed,' a switch had flipped in my mind and I could think of nothing except the woman in front of me. The compulsion was stronger than any drug on earth. I needed to feed.
Upon seeing my face, the woman in front of me screamed and thrashed against the monster's hold. I smelled her fear in her sweat and I heard the frantic thumping of her heart. Her panic was intoxicating. My throat burned and my stomach clenched in anticipation of finally getting sustenance. My hands trembled like a nervous virgin's at the thought of taking her into my arms.
"Savor this moment, Nathan." The monster hissed into my ear. "Savor your first kill."
He passed her to me like she was a newborn babe and I cradled her head and shoulders across my chest.
"Please…" She begged.
Tears trickled down her cheeks which made her eyes shimmer in the candlelight. Her nostrils flared with each panicked breath. I should've been horrified; I had never brutalized a woman in my life, but her fear awakened something sick and dark inside me. I couldn't control it.
I pulled her against me and wrapped my arms around her back. Her breasts were warm against my chest and I could feel her heart beating through her skin. My left hand trailed through her hair and I gently but firmly tilted her head to the side. Her perfume wafted up as I nuzzled against her neck. The smell was cloying and sweet with floral notes of lavender amid the salty stench of sweat and fear.
She tensed when my lips brushed against her skin, and she tried futilely to push me off of her.
"No. No NO." She whimpered.
"It will be okay." I whispered in her ear.
I expected her to strike at me or scream, but she shuddered and faintly moaned. Her lavender perfume became overshadowed by a much more alluring scent: her arousal.
"Take her now!"
My body jerked reactively as the monster's command echoed through the thrall. I couldn't disobey him.
I didn't hear her scream when my teeth sank into her neck. All I felt, all I knew, was bliss akin to nirvana as her blood, her vitality, flowed down my chin and throat and over my tongue. When her blood stopped flowing, I deepened the bite and drank more. On the second bite, her skin gave no resistance. My teeth tore through skin, muscle, and tendon as I pulled and sucked the life out of her.
"Nathan." A far-away voice called out. "Let her go Nathan. You've done well."
Firm hands pried us apart. I collapsed onto my back feeling overfull, sedate, and horrified with myself.
"How did that feel, pet?" The monster purred into my ear while stroking my hair affectionately.
I opened my eyes and saw that he hovered over me on his hands and knees. His long, dark hair was neatly tied back but stray wisps curled around his forehead giving his face a feminine quality.
"W-what did you do to me?" I croaked.
The monster smiled revealing his fangs, "I gave you life Nathan. I saved you from old age and disease. I made you into a God among men. This is just the small price for immortality."
I looked over at the woman I had just attacked. Her skin was blue-grey in the dim light and her blond hair spilled over her face and over the bite wound.
"Oh God." I moaned, now fully aware of myself and my body. My fingers went to my mouth and I felt sharp fangs in place of my normal canine teeth.
"No. No. No. NO." I howled.
I scrambled to my feet. Although the room was dark, I could see everything without trouble. The place was small; it was about the size of my living room and kitchen if put together. The walls were made out of concrete and a metal door locked us both in. There were no windows. A few lit candles sat on a nearby nightstand; their wax had melted into the wood which told me that we had been here for a few hours.
"Where the fuck am I?"
"Nathan…" The monster rose his hands and I watched as his demonic features dissolved back into those of a human. "Everything is going to be fine my pet."
I froze in place as he approached me. His eyes, his human eyes, were hazel-green and were framed with thick, dark eyelashes. His face was delicate and attractive. He had high cheekbones that spoke of a vaguely Eastern European ancestry. His thin lips, now no longer framed with terrifying fangs, curved slightly upwards in a knowing smirk.
I was a head taller and at least thirty pounds heavier than him, but he pulled me against his body with the strength of a man twice his size.
"Pet, you must listen to me now." He murmured softly as though I was a sick child. "You are experiencing many powerful physiological changes as your body transitions. Do not be afraid. I'm here to guide you through it."
I trembled in his arms, partly out of terror and partly out of an inexplicable physical need. Being held by this monster felt oddly satisfying.
"Water." My throat burned when I spoke. "I — I need water. I'm so thirsty."
The monster shook his head and tutted disapprovingly. "Water will do nothing for you now. Nathan, listen to your instincts. What are they telling you that you need?"
I looked down at my own hands. My fingernails had elongated into quarter-inch long points which looked sharp and sturdy enough to disembowel someone.
"Blood." I whispered.
"Yes my pet." He murmured. Cold lips kissed mine. "The girl was just an appetizer. You require a lot more blood to help facilitate your transition. It's too late to hunt for more prey right now, but once the sun goes down I'll take you out for your first hunt."
I whimpered in need. "I can't think of anything else except blood. I — I —"
The monster brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit down on his own skin. Immediately the copper scent hit my nose like the world's most powerful aphrodisiac. My body responded in turn. There was no way that the creature couldn't feel my arousal pressing against him.
"Drink from me, pet." He cooed. "My blood will not provide you with sustenance but it will slake your thirst for now."
I didn't have the chance to refuse. Crimson liquid flowed down his wrist and forearm and I was lapped at every drop, moaning shamelessly. As I drank, his other hand slipped beneath my trousers and he stroked me. My hips pushed into his touch which earned me a warm chuckle and a throaty 'yes, good boy.'
His blood was thinner than the woman's and although it dulled the thirst that burned my throat, my body didn't feel any stronger as a result.
"That's enough pet." He murmured and he pulled his wrist away from me.
I whimpered at the loss but groaned when his hand slid further down to gently cup my testicles. I was pulled out of my blood-induced hypnosis and realized what he was actually doing.
"Stop. No, stop!" I jerked away at the sensation and grabbed his hands to stop their further molestation. I pushed myself away from the creature and jostled against an upright file cabinet.
"Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." I panted.
The monster smirked. "Oh Nathan. The first rule you should learn about our kind is that sex and blood are often so intertwined that it is impossible to separate them. Denying yourself the pleasure of the flesh is about as effective as denying yourself the pleasure of blood. You may succeed for a while, but eventually, you will give in."
He grabbed me by the neck. I thought he was going to choke me or perhaps break my neck, but instead he grabbed my cheeks with an unyielding grip and pulled me towards his lips.
His cold lips pushed against mine like a battering ram. He forced his tongue into my mouth and licked across my teeth and fangs tasting the blood that had lingered from my first meal. His own fangs punctured my lower lip and he sucked at the blood that bubbled to the surface.
I grabbed his forearms and shuddered as his tongue laved over my lips and licked up the blood that had leaked down my chin. Pleasure rolled over my shoulders and down my spine and despite my best intention not to, I let out a breathy moan.
"Sex can help subdue the bloodlust for a time when there is an exchange of blood in the process." He whispered and licked my lips which were swollen and throbbing.
I shook my head. Despite my protest, his hands snuck underneath my shirt as his fingers teased across my abdomen before settling on my hips.
His voice took on a deadly tone. "Nathan, if you will not willingly give yourself to me, I will make you do so through the thrall."
Every instinct and compulsion was screaming at me to obey, but I still shook my head. My chest heaved as I fought against the tempest that tore at my dead heart.
"Thrall it is then." The monster replied.
As soon as he spoke, I felt tendrils of an intangible force reach out from his body and push through my chest. My dead heart contracted and I cried out at the sensation.
The next lesson, dear Nathan, is the powerful effect that thralls have on the sire and his progeny. You can feel that I have tapped into that power, can you not?
The monster spoke yet his lips didn't move. He was communicating telepathically.
I nodded.
The monster stepped closer to me. With the same suddenness as flicking on a light switch, his eyes reverted back a whitish-blue demonic hue and his veins bulged around his eyes and face. He took several deep breaths as though he was preparing to show some physical feat of strength.
Walk to me.
I did. Or my muscles did on their own accord.
Unbutton your shirt.
My fingers flew to the buttons of my now filthy and stained cotton dress shirt and undid each one. As I undressed, the monster unbuttoned his own shirt and tossed it on a metal desk. He approached me with uncanny smoothness and brushed the side of my face with his knuckles.
"Please don't make me do this." I whimpered. Shame and guilt tore through me as I leaned in to his touch.
He cupped my face with the same gentle touch that I would display when Nora and I were alone at home. I tried to pretend that his hands were hers; if I could pretend that the memory of her touch was what brought me pleasure then I wouldn't feel so misused by my captor.
"You're extraordinary Nathan." He murmured in a heady voice. "I was drawn to you when I first set eyes on you."
I stood mute and stared at a chunk of broken drywall just over his left shoulder. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction in knowing he had control over me.
His palms ran across my chest and down my sides. I bit my lip to stop myself from making any sort of noise that would betray how his touch made me feel, but I knew he sensed my reaction nonetheless. His hands slipped beneath my pants once again.
Take your pants off.
"Please…" I begged once more. I unbuttoned my fly and slipped the fabric off my hips.
There was no mercy in the monster's eyes, only a dark lust coupled with a cold fire of something inhuman, and he slowly descended to his knees.
I looked away. I couldn't watch this debauched act, least of all being performed on me by a hellish creature.
Try as I might to fight my physiology, my body was ready and more than willing to accept his touch.
I tried to fix Nora firmly in my mind. I imagined how her voice would hitch lustfully as she planted kisses down my body before taking me into her mouth. I thought of her dark brown eyes and how her olive complexion glowed amber and gold in the moonlight. The sound of her pants and amorous murmurs could drive me to the edge of an orgasm within minutes. And I felt myself responding as though she was pleasuring me instead.
The monster hummed in approval when I audibly moaned.
"Louder, I want to hear you." He demanded.
His cool hands were incessant and unyielding as he stroked my shaft and penetrated me with his fingers. His touch was firm and on the edge of being abusive but I just stood there and accepted his ministrations.
Bend over the desk.
I stepped out of my pants which had pooled on the floor and walked several steps to the left. My spine bent on its own accord and my chest kissed the frigid metal. The monster rose from his knees with the same grace and decorum of a holy man rising from prayer and positioned himself behind me.
"Have you ever been taken by a man before." He asked. His hand rubbed across my broad back and his finger traced over an old bullet wound scar that was in my left shoulder.
My breath fogged up the table and created a rainbow of patterns across the stainless steel. In that moment, I felt the cold chill of Alaskan air and smelled the oil and gunpowder from the weapons and ammunition that was left in the medical tent.
Answer me.
My answer spilled out of my mouth. The single word tasted like poison on my tongue.
"Yes."
My reaction seemed to surprise him because he pulled me up off the table and held me from behind. Maybe it was from the tone of my voice or from the anguish that accompanied my answer, but the monster's embrace was gentle and protective.
"Nathan I will be so much better than that brute." He murmured against my neck. "You needn't fear me."
I chuckled dryly. The pain, anger, self-hatred, and disappointment all swirled around me and threatened to tear me up.
"Just get it over with." I snapped.
I felt the monster's fingers rubbing some type of lubricant across my anus. I choked out a cry when his thumb sank into me. I felt the burn and the stretch and tensed reactively. I felt ashamed but I realized that I couldn't blush. The telltale sensation of heat that often followed upon feeling shame was gone. Being able to blush was such a small thing, but at that moment I felt robbed.
"Relax." The monster murmured as he inserted another finger.
I whimpered and bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. I wouldn't give this fucker the satisfaction of knowing he was causing me pain.
"J-Just fuck me and be done with it." I snarled.
The monster chuckled darkly, "Patience my pet."
I was forced back down on the desk. One hand kept me there while his other resumed its ministrations around my anus. I felt a wave of inexplicable calmness wash over me like a drug. I let out the breath that I had been holding and sank unconsciously back onto the monster's intruding digits.
"See Nathan?" He murmured and kissed my back. "I can also influence your emotions through the thrall. Don't you feel better now?"
I bit my lip to keep myself from answering but my aching cock was all the evidence he needed. Truthfully, I felt wonderful now. Pleasure and delicious tension built from his touch and, like a hedonist, I craved more.
"I can also feel your need through the thrall." He replied. "I know you are ready for me now."
I whimpered shamefully when he pressed himself into me. My body still wouldn't yield to him. Then his hand reached beneath me and stroke my aching member. I was caught off guard by the intense pleasure that I relaxed enough to allow him breach me. We both hissed at the sensation. I clawed at the table and my sharp nails left half inch deep gouges in the metal.
"Do you want more?" The monster hissed.
I nodded despite myself. My mind screamed at me to fight back but my body vibrated from the sexual tension that needed to be released.
The monster sank farther into me and then pulled out before repeating the process. With each stroke, my pain and guilt leaked away and I began yearning for his touch. Once he found his rhythm, the bunker was punctuated with sounds of skin slapping against skin and the occasional desperate moan.
His hand wrapped across my chest and he pulled me off the metal table. I arched against him and was rewarded when his cock found my prostate. All of the air escaped from my lungs and I felt myself tumbling forward into the dark, swirling vortex of pleasure.
"Come for me pet." He hissed.
I did. I released myself all over the table and moaned like a wonton whore. Tears pricked in my eyes from the flood of endorphins that flushed through my body thanks to my orgasm, but they slid down my face once I felt the cold shame intrude back into my mind.
I didn't have time to beat myself up too much. The monster's own trusting became sloppy and jagged. He was close so I braced myself for the inevitable. What I didn't anticipate was the sharp pain in my shoulder as the monster bit into my flesh.
We both cried out and I felt his essence spill into me. Rivulets of my thin blood slipped down my skin like sweat which the monster lapped at like a kitten at a saucer of milk. I panted and shivered. My forearms trembled and if the monster hadn't been holding me up, I would've collapsed onto the ground.
Cold lips pecked at my jugular and I heard him whisper hoarsely, "Thank you Nathan."
I shivered and stumbled away on shaky legs once he let me go. I swayed on my feet and then collapsed to my knees feeling light headed, exhausted, and disgusting.
The monster gathered me up and carried me to a bed that was tucked away in the corner. My eyes were heavy and I fought against the darkness that threatened to claim me. After one blink, I saw the monster drag the girl's body around the corner and through the metal doorway before locking us in once again. In the next moment, I felt a cold washcloth cleaning my privates and the blood that had leaked from the bite. The last thing I remember was hearing someone clicking on a radio.
A man's tense voice caught my attention before I let exhaustion claim me.
…blinding flashes…yes…we do have confirmed reports….reports of nuclear detonation in New York and Pennsylvania…God help us all…