Warnings: YAOI! Some mention of bondage, rape, etc, etc, etc...
Update April 2010 - Chapter edited for grammer/spelling mistakes.
NightWalker: Forever and a Day
Chapter 10: Whore House.
Cain laid there for what seemed like an age. Everan had vanished long ago – and Cain hadn't bothered putting any clothes on since then. He was curled up on the crumpled sheets, dozing on and off, his thoughts drifting here and there.
He didn't know how long he was going to stay like this – but after Everan...
Cain opened his eyes, the golden orbs moving to the candle on the table near the bed. It flickered gently, the flame brighter now then before...
The he became aware of a presence in the room and he sat up abruptly in defence as he thought it was Everan again, only for it to light up in surprise.
"Shido?"
The younger vampire stood there at the foot of the bed, the candlelight brushing gently off him, making him seem ethereally beautiful.
Cain's shoulders relaxed a little, but wondered where Shido had been, "I was worried about you."
Shido shrugged, half-smiling, "I guess."
Then he looked at Cain, and the blond vampire couldn't read what he was thinking, which came as a surprise to him. There was a long pause, Cain waiting for what he was going to say.
Shido's eyes wandered. His master was more beautiful then Shido remembered, his long slender body as pale as the sheets on the bed. Cain's curly hair wound around his chest teasingly – some of it hiding a part of him for it was so long.
Shido wanted to lose himself in those arms in that moment, to forget his earlier experience with Everan... To forget about whom he now belonged to...
Then Shido turned around, his head bowed.
"I never would've thought... that you would... could be controlled by someone else... That you have a master that's even more powerful then you..."
Then Shido began to chuckle, only for it to turn into a strangled laugh as he spoke.
"And you're relationship with him is... the same as ours... how... Stupid..."
Cain said nothing, his face neutral as he watched Shido's back. Shido's body trembled a little.
"His power... is incredible... I'm actually... frightened of him, Cain..."
Then a pair of hands rested themselves on Shido's shoulders. Cain laid his head against the back of Shido's, his eyes closed.
"Our history goes a long ways back... Shido. It was something I never wanted you to know."
Then Shido turned around, Cain's hands hanging in the air uncertainly, "Tell me. Tell me what I've wanted to know since... when you made me a vampire – when you made me yours."
He took both of Cain's hands into his own, "I want to know."
Cain's eyes drooped, looking to the side, "It's not... pretty. My history is not what you'd expect...But then, of course... we both belong to Everan now..."
Shido brought Cain's hands to his cheek, "I don't care anymore... I will probably regret saying this later on – but I missed... I missed you..."
He moved to Cain's side, his head sliding onto Cain's shoulder. His long hair brushed off Cain's naked skin, making the blond vampire's chest rise a little.
Cain raised a hand and raked it very gently through Shido's hair, then kissed his forehead.
"It was... so long ago, Shido – but I remember it very well..."
"Hm... I don't know father – there's so many to choose."
"Well – take you're time. These are the finest male whores I handpicked myself, dear daughter."
The horrid girl let out a giggle, "You've spoilt me for choice on my birthday father!"
There were... about fifteen boys lined up inside an estate house, an aristocrat's home of the finest in the century at the time...
The boys were all from the orphanage – but of course, when they reached a certain age and couldn't get work – they were sent to the whorehouse for any kind of money. One in particular, a tall blond standing in the far back, watched with dread hanging in his heart. He hadn't been picked on the last two trips to other houses to be sold as a slave toy to the youngest in the estate to be played with, and he hoped he'd be a third time lucky.
He was thirteen, although judging from his stature he seemed a little older. The girl was eighteen, and she towered over the smaller, younger boys.
She flounced her way down the line, scanning the boys one by one, taking their faces in her hand and turning their heads to look at them more closely.
"Hm... I like many of them, although..."
Her eyes caught Cain's, and he quickly averted his head. Eye contact was the worst thing you could do...
Then she took his face, lifting it to make him face her.
His dirty blond hair just passed his shoulders, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, although they were a little dull with past experiences haunting them. Long pale lashes graced them, however, making him more feminine then she'd like. His clothes, like the others, were simple tatters and rags, and he was barefoot. But... he had a nice body...
His face... well, she had seen prettier, although it was smudged with grime and dirt. It was well-shaped, though, she thought, and she liked high cheekbones.
His lips were long and thin, and soft as she run her thumb along them. He tensed when she did that – giving her the immediate fact that he was a virgin. She raised an eyebrow in thought. She had been studying Cain the longest, and the others began to relax because all knew by now whom she had chosen.
"I think I'll take this one – although... Tell me what you're name is!"
The blonde swallowed a lump in his throat, shaking wildly, as his lips parted to speak. If she didn't like his name, there was the possibility that he mightn't be chosen. It didn't happen very often, but it happened. Hopefully she'd hate his name. Whoever did named him had a strange sense of humour.
"C..."
"Speak up!"
"Cain, milady..."
Her pencil-thin eyebrows rose in surprise, "Cain... Unusual name..."
She moved away, folding her gloved arms, nose a little high in the air. The Landlord awaited her answer.
"Daughter, have you chosen yet?"
She spun round, pointing at Cain, "Yes! I want that one!"
"A Sex slave in those aristocratic houses wasn't an uncommon thing back then. I lived there for two years until the daughter grew tired of me. I became too old for her, outgrew her – and overpowered her..." Cain's voice was soft as he told his story. Shido wondered how Cain had kept this from him for so long.
She screamed as he stared down at her, eyes blazing with anger, a silver candleholder in one hand.
"No! No! Don't hurt me! Please! Father! SERVANTS! HELP ME!"
Cain smirked, "Did you stop – when I begged, and pleaded? When I lay there bleeding, and you just laughed and continued to take me over and over...? Do you expect me to show any mercy...?"
She screamed again when Cain raised the candleholder, and drove it down – and the screaming stopped.
His hand trembled, and he dropped the bloodstained candleholder by her body, and fled the bedroom and hid himself in his own room, desperately trying to wash the blood off his face that had splattered onto his face when he saw the mirror.
He stayed there for hours, until he heard one of the maids scream...
And he knew... that he didn't stand a chance of surviving if he stayed in this house...
Daenis.