Hello readers! It's nice to update again! I know it has been a long time since I've updated. Anyhow I'm on summer vacation now so I plan to update more often! Yippee! I'd also like to thank my noticeable reviewers for your support.

Also I would like to explain that I know Elliot is a Hare in the manga and game etc. But, this is in the real world. No strange magic. So it wouldn't make sense for Elliot to have his ears. So instead I thought about Elliot's red hair and thought 'hey that's more like a fox.' And plus I think it would hurt Elliot's masculine pride to have Blood calling him a cute little rabbit on top of everything else Blood does to Elliot. Then, also I plan to widen the span of characters more and more as I go on in the story. I will try my best to have characters like Alice, Boris, Julius, etc. If you as a reader must have a certain character in this story then comment saying your preference. Most the characters will come in when Elliot goes back to school.

Predator Dominants Prey!

Chapter 9

Trouble in the Mix

"For the last time let go off me!"

Elliot's voice carried throughout the room as he tried to free himself from Blood's lap. Heat radiated from Blood; warmth that burned his soul. A wicked smirk was written across those sinful lips and those monster eyes flared with blue and black, hypnotizing him.

"This is your fault, you temptress, eating that piece of fruit so sinfully," Blood blamed his beloved redhead.

They were currently in the sun room, sitting at a glass coffee table its edge embossed with turquoise pebbles. The beautiful morning shined through the opened windows, sending the shadows out of sight. Curtains flowed in the soft breeze as if they were reaching for what lay ahead. A colorful breakfast lay out on the table for them, none of the likes Elliot had ever seen. Elaborately arranged and cut, fruits from sweet to sour, fresh squeezed orange juice, homemade breads and pastries, eggs of all styles, crisp bacon and sausage, pancakes, waffles, smoked salmon, cream cheese, coffee, and tea. The tea especially was overdone which was expected since Blood it was one of his obsessions.

"I was just eating a banana for crying out loud," Elliot expressed as he pushed against Blood's shoulders.

"It's torture to see you slowly and softly eating a fruit that looks a lot like a certain body part," Blood spoke, bringing his lips to Elliot's ear.

"Pervert," Elliot muttered, rolling his eyes.

Blood began to lick the folds and creases of Elliot's ear, breathing harshly at the same time. The scent of rose tea and grapefruit rolled out of Blood's mouth. Another sweet ring to another sweet prize... The mafia boss was dressed for business today, with sleek black trousers and a white button up dress shirt then a dark blue tie. Like, always his black silky mane gleamed in perfection. To be honest Elliot loved Blood in his more business attire, even though the predator reeked even more of dominance than he naturally did.

"Hey cut it out," Elliot requested.

A hand made its way under Elliot's cotton shirt, sliding up his smooth stomach. Again Elliot attempted to move, kicking and rolling his body even more. The hard leather of Blood's belt grinded against his hip. Little hairs on the back on his neck stood up.

"Will you stop I'm trying to eat in peace," Elliot whined, trying to ignore the rising heat throughout his body.

Blood laid back in his chair and tightened his grip on Elliot. "Go ahead eat don't mind me," Blood teased hugging Elliot closer to his body.

"I swear you get so much pleasure out of my misery," Elliot grumbled, grabbing the hand underneath his shirt.

"You are too much fun to tease my fiery fox," Blood purred.

"Oh yay about that… STOP TEASING ME," Elliot complained, making one last finale struggle to free himself.

"Sorry but it seems you have a long torturing road ahead of you," Blood laughed, hugging Elliot's kicking body closer to him.

With little more determination Elliot gave up and relaxed, allowing himself to be held by Blood. After all it wasn't all that bad, he could feel Blood's warmth, he could smell the mafian's soft hair. Then with much sudden movement Elliot leaned against Blood, allowing his head to rest in the crook of Blood's muscular neck. The two took advantage of the calm nurturing silence that seemed to have blossomed between them. Elliot's eyes closed. 'I could get used to this' Elliot thought, smiling to himself. For once he felt himself relax, no longer under Blood's seductive charm. For some strange reason being with Blood felt so right, like it was natural, meant to be.

"Pardon me," A smooth unfamiliar voice rang in Elliot's ears.

Moment ruined!

He opened his eyes to man that he had never seen the likes of before. In front of him stood a equally tall man who's features so clean and mysterious. The man's blueish/blackish hair grew to his hip and was held together by a loose pony tail. His skin was milked to perfection. Not as predator like as Blood, the man's blue eyes darkened with mysteries. His body was like a snake's, narrow but with structure, a certain controlled vibe shined off of him. He was handsome indeed but Elliot was not swooned by this beauty but more unease about it.

"Ah Julius I almost forgot you were coming," Blood spoke, his voice sounding like he didn't know about the redhead in his lap.

"Then perhaps you shouldn't let yourself be so easily…distracted," Julius pointed out, his eyes sliding over to Elliot's.

Julius could see how Blood might fancy this boy his beautiful red hair and long figure. But, as a fuck buddy this boy was far too young. He watched as the redhead skin quickly began to match the color of his hair.

"Julius I'd like you to meet my lover, Elliot," Blood introduced a strange smirk appearing on his face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Julius spoke giving a reassuring smile and a small bow.

"I-T-s n-nice to h-a meet y-ou too," Elliot stuttered.

Mentally, Elliot slapped himself. This was to embarrassing! On Blood's lap Elliot was frozen over with embarrassment so much that he couldn't feel his body anymore. Then he was also troubled by the way Blood had called him lover. Lust and passion yes, but love? Certainly, they were not the same things. Despite his confusion he felt some happiness at being tilted lover. Did this mean Blood wasn't playing him? Did Blood actually love him? Did he even love Blood? No, it was too early to tell. All he knew was that any speak of love made him completely embarrassed.

"Please do sit, help yourself," Blood offered, gesturing to the food.

Julius sat down gracefully at the table, but looked at the food with annoyance. "You spoil yourself to much Blood," He spoke as he looked at the abundance of food.

"It is not me that I'm spoiling," Blood corrected.

Finally Elliot came out of his period of shock and bolted out of Blood's lap, luckily enough he was able to free himself and return to his own chair. He allowed himself to calm down, his heart raced wildly. Slowly he managed to slip away from the heartily excitement of Blood. There was a deathly silence among them, no one spoke, and the only sounds were the faint sippings as Blood drank his tea. Julius crossed his legs and entangled his hands together.

"So Elliot where are you from, if you don't mind me asking," Julius spoke, Blood gave him a questioning glance.

"I lived in the city, but I guess this mansion is far from it," Elliot answered.

"Hmm I see and how is your recovery," Julius asked, nodding slightly.

"I'm fine… Are you a friend of Blood's," Elliot asked curiously.

"Yes I guess you could say we're friends, right Blood," Julius implied giving a teasing smile at the boss," I'm mostly his right hand man, his assistant and commander of his protection squad."

"P-protection squad," Elliot mumbled quite surprised, he looked over at Blood who seemed to be ignoring the conversation.

Certainly as a mafia boss Blood would require bodyguards, but an entire squad? Who in their right mind would even mess with Blood anyway? Blood was all kinds of scary and threatening in appearance and personality.

"Yes Blood has better protection than the President of the United States of America, in fact there are guards watching him every waking moment," Julius explained.

"Wait all the time, even at night," Elliot asked panicked.

Were their people watching him have sex with Blood? Oh dear lord…. His life was ruined.

"Stop exaggerating Julius," Blood spoke, his dark eyes turning onto his beloved.

"Well it was mostly true," Julius shrugged.

Elliot looked away from Blood. Sometimes he really loathed being teased so much, mostly when Blood teased him.

"Blood we should be heading off," Julius recommended, giving Blood a serious glance.

Blood nodded. "Ugh I suppose, I hate territory meetings, why don't you wait in the car Julius while I finish business with Mr. March here," Blood spoke.

Elliot's eyes followed Julius as he excited the sun room. What a strange man Julius was! He was so cool and relaxed, but serious and threatening at the same time. It was similar to Blood's aura, but not as dominant, beautiful, graceful or strong. Then the redhead eyes turned back onto Blood, finding that Blood was staring at him intensely. He shivered under Blood's stare, so cold yet making him so warm.

"Oh you look so beautiful right now, all I want is to stay by your side and please you're every need," Blood murmured to Elliot, causing the teen a faint blush. The tone of Blood's voice was so soft and caring.

The magnetic pull of lust blossomed between them again, and Elliot braced himself to his chair and stared Blood down trying not to become hypnotized by Blood's monster like eyes. Blood stood, pulling on his dress coat swiftly. His black stilettos clicked on the marble floor as he walked to where Elliot sat. Then he leaned over Elliot, his scent rolling into Elliot's nose. Blood pulled a device out of his jacket pocket.

"A present for you," Blood explained, handing him an iphone.

"You're giving me a cell phone why," Elliot asked confused?

"So we can contact each other," Blood answered looking at the strangely puzzled redhead.

"Ah I see thank you," Elliot nodded, feeling the smoothness the device.

"I shall be back at 10 tonight," Blood informed.

Blood bent to place a kiss on Elliot's forehead; he took one last deep breath of Elliot's fiery sweet scent and headed off. Nothing else besides Elliot mattered now. He had Elliot. Elliot was his. The victory was satisfying but nothing could ever end Blood's craving. The more and more he had, the greater the desire became. Elliot would be the death of him, Blood knew that for sure. As he walked away from the redhead he calmed himself. He put up his shield of control, no longer letting his body rule his actions.


Patiently, Julius waited in the car for Blood to join him. It was strange seeing Blood this way. After all the years Julius had known Blood he had never seen him so interested, so happy. Could this all be because of one teenager? Had the mafia boss lost his head in young passion? It wouldn't be surprising. But, Blood wasn't one to let desire get in the way of his duties. Julius noticed the dark silhouette approaching outside of the car. Was it right for such a teen to be with Blood? Elliot certainly didn't look like he was being forced or held captive by Blood. Yet at the same time the way Elliot's cheeks reddened, with every movement Blood made caused Elliot to react. Innocent and pure was what Elliot was made of. Did Blood honestly think he could drag a teenager into his life? A life of blood, drugs, death, lies and hate. It could ruin the redhead. And simply it wasn't fair to Elliot at all. There was no doubt Blood was aware of this. So Elliot did mean that much to him? In eyes of the enemy Elliot would be Blood true weakness. And in the eyes of a partner and friend Julius wondered… How was Blood planning on protecting Elliot?

Blood sat in the seat besides Julius and the driver started the car. They sat in silence for a while until Blood finally spoke. "Is Amanda already there," he asked?

"To my knowledge yes, she's probably tapping her foot like crazy right now planning her vengeance on us for being late again," Julius replied.

Blood gave a small chuckle, and the silence fell again.

"You do realize Elliot is in danger," Julius mentioned.

"I am not an idiot I can take care of my lover unlike my father," Blood snapped.

"You're father protected your mother with every fiber in his body, it still wasn't enough. This isn't about Elliot's protection. I know you are well capable of protecting the one's you love. I've seen it with my own eyes. But, Blood you have to consider that Elliot will not take your work tenderly. He might not want to be involved in a mafia boss's life," Julius spoke his voice soft and serious.

Inside Blood anger rushed to the surface. He knew exactly what Julius was trying to say. It was not the right thing to keep Elliot by his side. Something in the back of his mind always reminded him of that. His fists clenched by his side. Nothing was fair. He had been born into the life of a rich mafia dealer and his wife. As a successor to his father's business and estate Blood had prepared himself mentally and physically for the job. He never was close to his father, but he loved his mom more than anything. She was so much different than his father. A pure soul, good natured woman. She did not belong in a mafia. Nor did she ever. Elliot reminded Blood of his mother. The redhead filled the aching hole in his heart.

Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't he be someone Elliot could be proud of? He was not worthy of such a good spirit. Could he ever be truly happy? If only they could have a normal life together. No mafia, no darkness, no blood. But, reality stabbed him in the back. He had been given all the riches' he could ever desire. Yet, that was the lonesome price he had to pay. After all he had been named Blood for a purpose.

No! He did deserve to have something. Fate had brought him to Elliot. He had saved Elliot. Perhaps Elliot could save him. Blood vowed to protect Elliot with as much passion as his love. No one would lay a finger on Elliot''s head and if they did the they would meet their true end.

If Elliot did not wish to be involved with him anymore then Blood would lose his humanity. Elliot was his humanity now. He could not go on without Elliot. Life had no purpose without him.

Julius peeked at Blood through his narrow glasses. The ravenet made no move to respond. In all the years Julius had known Blood he had never seen Blood so complete. There was always something empty in his eyes since he was eight years old, the year his mother had died. But, now Blood seemed complete. Unchangeable, unbreakable, unpredictable. Maybe if Blood was this happy with Elliot then perhaps Julius could learn to approve of the relationship. Who was he to judge the power of love, when he had never been in love before? The car rolled to a stop, he glanced outside the window to see Amanda stomping her way over to the car.

"Elliot is quite handsome. I've never seen such fine red hair," Julius smiled opening he car door and stepping out.

Slowly, Blood smiled as well.


Elliot sat in the garden and watched the little birds as they jumped around the birdbath. Above him were beautiful Japanese maple trees. The soft green meadow grass surrounded his feet. The stone bench he sat on had a symbol of a lion chiseled into it. He sighed as he observed the garden. Never in his life had he seen such beautiful plants. All he had ever known was the yellow grass and sharp weeds outside of his old small rotting house. 'Was it ever even a home' Elliot thought. 'If you call somewhere to sleep and soak in your poverty, a home' he thought. At least he hadn't been on the streets. Yes, it could have been much worse.

The thought of having an actual home puzzled him. What would having a home feel like? A place where you were happy? A place where you came home to everyday? A place where you would miss when you went on vacation? A place you want to go when you're tired?

Elliot thought of his old house. What would it be like after seeing the rich life? How was his father doing? 'Most likely rotting away without the help of him and his mother' Elliot snorted. So what? The old bastard could rot for all he cared!

His heart suddenly sank. He pitied his disgrace of a father who was nothing but a drunken man with a leg injury. Elliot knew his father was starving, and had drained all the money dry on alcohol and gambling. At least he wasn't in dent anymore. Elliot had Blood to thank for that. But, surly his father was just going to gamble his way into a mess again.

Elliot bit his bottom lip. He had to go to his old house again. Quickly, Elliot made his way back to the mansion. First he found an empty Jan sport backpack lying in a random closet. Then , he snuck into the kitchen and thankfully the only chef there was sleeping. He filled the backpack with lots of fruit, cheese, and dried meat. Elliot also took the chef's bottle of whiskey.

Before he snuck out into the garden, he looked up his address on his new iphone. The mansion was about twelve miles outside of the city. Good thing Elliot lived on the out skirts of the city. It would be a long walk, but Elliot could manage. For the first time in a very long time he actually felt like he could run.

'Dear lord, Blood is going to kill me' Elliot thought. 'Or worse fuck me.'

As he made his way through the garden and to the front of the mansion he noticed there was actually a car parked out front. A guy was leaning against the black Mercedes. He looked about Elliot's age with red-brown eyes and short ash brown hair. His skin as tan and his white dress shirt had it sleeves rolled up displaying his muscular arms. The stranger was tall too. Their eye's met; both of them seemed to be puzzled.

To Elliot's luck the gate was open and he snuck up to it. He knew from the one time he entered the mansion with Blood that there was two guards at the gate. And they would probably wonder why a teenager was leaving the mansion on foot. Yet when he stepped past the gate he took off at a wild sprint. As he ran he heard two people running behind him. But, slowly their footsteps grew fainter. Elliot's heart raced in his ears, but he didn't mind. Instead he pushed himself faster. If he had any talent what so ever it would be to push his body to the extreme. And soon enough he could see that the city was approaching as he ran. No sounds of footsteps were behind him. He smiled and kept running.


"Holy cow that guy is fast," Dee exclaimed, sitting down against a tree.

The two guards, Dee and Dum regained their breaths. They had chased the redhead at least five miles. Both tired to shoot at the teenager but it was impossible at the speed Elliot was running. Eventually, they gave out and Elliot a few minutes later was out of their sight.

"Blood is not going to be happy about this," Dum mentioned swiping his hand across his sweaty forehead.


Wow it took me a long time to update! Next chapter is going to be very heated so watch out! Finally, Dee and Dum have made their first appearance. And also who is the stranger Elliot saw outside the house? Expect a new chapter very soon!

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