After his encounter with Junior, Christian was still in a frame of mind to cause trouble, and since his mother had been a pain in his ass before, he decided that she would be the next recipient of his anger. But when he got to his grandparents' house, he didn't see her anywhere, so he had to confront his grandfather about her whereabouts.
"Is she really not here?" He questioned. "Or are you hiding her because she doesn't want to see me?"
"I'm not hiding her anywhere!" Mikael cried. "She's going out. She's having a life! She's entitled to deal with more than just you, you know. She doesn't always have to be at your beck and call."
Christian scoffed at this. "Based on her visit to my own apartment the other day, she doesn't feel like I deserve the same courtesy. Tell me where my mother is. Now."
"Or what will you do?" Mikael asked. "Kill me? I'd like to see you try."
"Do you really?" Christian replied as he got up in his grandfather's face. "Don't say anything you don't mean. Cause if you want me to try, I will. And it will hurt."
He waited for Mikael to be terrified, but he wasn't. Instead, Mikael grabbed him by the arm and pushed him to the floor. "You dare threaten me, boy? No wonder your mother doesn't like you."
That did it. That made something in Christian's mind snap. He got up, grabbed Mikael, and then sank his fangs into his throat, sucking greedily. Then he dropped him on the floor and proceeded to kick him over and over until a voice broke his concentration.
"What in the world is going on here?" Freya asked. "Christian, what are you doing to my father?"
"Beating the crap out of him," Christian replied, sounding remotely unaffected. "Should that surprise you? And then after I do that, I'm gonna put a spell on him so that when I do away with him, everyone he's ever turned is going to disappear!" He then burst into laughter.
"Are you done?" Freya asked after a minute or so of this. "You know, for someone who wants so badly to be loved and accepted as part of his family, you're really not trying very hard."
"Oh, and I'm the one who has to do all the work and make you all happy?" Christian scoffed. "Why don't you have to do anything for me? I'm the one who's being hated and maligned and called a monster by everyone. So you hate my father. Why do I have to pay for that? Why is it that every time you look at me, all you do is see him?" He paused and stepped away from Mikael, giving his grandfather the space to sit up and breathe.
Freya said nothing, so he got in her face and yelled, "Answer me, Mother!"
"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Freya wanted to know. "Or do you want me to concoct a lie so that you'll feel better about yourself?"
"Just tell me the truth," Christian replied. "I don't want to be lied to anymore."
"I aligned myself with your father not because I loved him, but because he had power and I wanted it," Freya explained. "I've always felt rejected by my family and he gave me the attention and future that I've always wanted. But what I had to do in return…that was have you. I thought it would be simple, but it turned out to be a more complicated thing than I bargained for."
"What in the hell does that mean?" Christian spat. "You claim to have spent your whole life feeling like an outcast, yet you have no sympathy for your son who feels the same way? Is there even a small part of you that loves me? Could you try? Cause if you can't, that's what I need Jill for."
Freya chuckled. "And when she realizes just how dark you can be, how long do you think that will last? Really?"
"A lot longer than you think," Christian replied. "I'm going home to her now. I hate both of you."
"Goodbye, son!" Freya called and then jumped a mile in the air when Christian released a burst of magic that brought down the chandelier above Mikael's head with a loud crash (he had the wherewithal to jump out of the way in time) and create a gaping hole in the roof.
"I hope it rains tonight," Christian sniffed dismissively, and then slammed the door behind him before heading back home to the one person in the world that he thought really had some genuine affection for him: His Jill.
"And just where were you?" Jill snapped, hands on her hips as she strode up to Christian after he shut the door behind him and announced that he'd returned. "What sort of trouble were you causing?"
Christian quickly zapped up some flowers and produced them from behind his back. "What makes you think I was causing trouble? For all you know, I was only out getting these flowers for you."
"I can't believe you're daring to bullshit me like that!" Jill cried, pushing the flowers to the ground and stomping on them. "Don't lie!"
"How do you know I'm lying?" Christian asked.
"Psychic powers!" Jill cried and knocked on his head. "Remember? I can sense stuff! I see it! And I know you were causing trouble, so what did you do? Tell me! Tell me why there was so much loud noise and shouting and pain!"
"If you're psychic, wouldn't you know by now?" Christian asked. "Leave me alone, would you? I'm not having a good day."
"Tell me what you did and I will," she said, jumping on his back and pulling his hair. "Tell me! Tell me!"
"All right," Christian sighed wearily. "But remember that you asked to be told, even though you probably won't like anything I have to say."
"Tell me," Jill repeated. "And don't leave anything out."
He dumped her on the sofa and then sat next to her, looking in her eyes. "All right," he said. "First, I visited my brother Sean and since I was feeling angry, I threatened the lives of both his fiancée Sarah and his mother. Then, when that didn't get the reaction that I wanted because that brother of mine is made out of surprisingly tough stuff, I went to see my grandfather. I beat him up and told him that I would make every vampire he ever created disappear. And while I was doing that, Mother showed up and picked a fight with me."
"Did you hurt her too?" Jill asked, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
"No," Christian shook his head. "But really, I wish I had. It would have made me feel good." He paused. "So now you know what I did. Just as I thought, you're not happy about it."
"Of course I'm not happy about it!" Jill raged and kicked him in the shins. "Did you think I'd be happy that you're out there victimizing people?" She began grabbing some of his knickknacks off his shelves and hurling them at him, along with heavy leather-bound books she got off his bookshelves. "You are a real fucking monster, you know that?"
He deftly avoided all flying objects and sped over to grab the copy of Moby Dick that was about to come his way out of her hand. "Why are you acting so shocked?" He asked. "You think that one night in bed with you is gonna change me into an angel? Don't have such a high opinion of yourself. You're not that good. Your technique definitely needs work."
She growled and zapped up a few more things to throw at him (one being a small red vase that actually made contact with his eye) and then said, "Fine, if I'm not good enough for you, if you want someone with more experience, I'll just leave and give you the opportunity to find them. It doesn't bother me."
He watched her go and when he saw her strode out into the hallway, he realized she was serious. He ran out, grabbed her, and then sank his fangs into her neck, his bite filling her body with venom that would put her to sleep and give him just enough time to bring her back to where he wanted her.
Christian looked down at the semi-conscious Jill for a moment as she lay on their bed, slowly coming out of the venom's grip and then slowly undressed her. He hadn't wanted to bite her because he was dangerous when he bit, much more dangerous than a vampire. But she'd wanted to leave, and he couldn't have that. This was the only way to keep her where she was so he could show her just how wrong she was about him. That he could be good if given a chance.
"What's happening?" She asked. "Why…what…I don't feel good."
"You're fine," he told her. "Just take some deep breaths and you'll be all right." He tied her wrists to the bedposts and then zapped up a glass of water, which he splashed her face with, bringing her back to consciousness.
"Fuck you!" She screamed as she looked at him with a fiery gaze. "Fuck you, you god damn son of a bitch! You motherfucking bastard! You shit head, you asshole, you…" she went on like this for some time, and eventually, Christian just tuned it out. She didn't mean it anyway. People said things they didn't mean all the time when they were angry.
"Are you done?" He asked at last. "Cause there are things I would much rather do with your mouth than listen to curses come out of it." He then undressed, pulled the covers aside, and got into bed with her.
"And what is it you want?" She asked. "I hope you aren't expecting me to be nice to you or anything. I'm not going to be as generous as I was to you the other day."
"Oh, I don't need you to be," Christian told her, looming over her. "If I was expecting you to do anything for me, you wouldn't be tied up, would you?"
"Yeah, about that," Jill squirmed and strained against the ropes that bound her wrists. "I don't like this! Let me go!"
"Now, now," he said and kissed her lightly, "Just relax. It won't be any fun if you're tense."
"What are you gonna do to me?" She asked. "I think I have a right to know."
"And spoil the surprise?" He asked. "I think not."
"Are you going to blindfold me like last time?" Jill questioned. "Turn off the lights?"
"No, darling, he said, his lips right against her ear for a moment before he nibbled on her earlobe. "This time I want you to see everything." He then zapped up a candle, and as it floated before him, he lit it.
"What are you gonna do with that?" Jill asked.
"Stop asking that question, cause you know I'm not going to tell you," he replied and then tipped the candle downward so that the warm wax dripped all over her legs and thighs.
This made Jill chuckle nervously. "If you wanted me to groom myself a little better before we did this, you could have just said so."
That made him groan and decide that he needed to gag her. Then he touched the flame to her skin. She let out a muffled scream, but to her credit, there were no tears. Just lots of straining against pain and heat. Then he blew the candle out, bit his wrist, ripped off the gag, and ordered her to drink the blood from his wound to heal the burns she'd just gotten.
When she'd done that, she spat at him. "What the hell was that?" She asked
He wiped it off and said calmly, "That's a fine way to treat someone who just healed you."
"Well, you gave me the fucking injury so I hope you would heal me!" Jill replied. "That's decent person behavior. Not that you would know much about that. Now, if you're gonna take advantage of me, you might as well do it so we can get this over with and move on with our lives."
"Hey!" He shouted and gave her a slap. "You can think I'm despicable for many reasons, but I would like to think that as bad as I am, I know better than to treat the one decent person in my life as badly as that."
"Aren't you a prince?" Jill deadpanned. "I'm so lucky. But I'm truly serious about getting this over with. I'm not really in the mood. If you have to, do it in a position where I don't have to face you."
"Are you being kinky, or do you mean it?" He asked.
"Oh, I mean it," she said earnestly. "I don't want to look at you. Not this time."
"Fine," Christian replied. "Whatever you say." He put the gag back on her and then flipped her over onto her stomach, entering her over and over again.
She lay as still as possible underneath him at first, but then she began pushing back when he pushed forward, giggling as she pulled off the gag. "How's that?" She asked. "Not so easy now, is it?"
Interested by her change of mood, he pulled out of her and turned her back onto her back. Her eyes were sparkling and there was a smile on her face. "That wasn't as bad as I thought," she admitted and pulled him down to kiss her. After he pulled out of that kiss, he continued a trail down her neck and chest, pausing to suck on her nipples and stomach. "You're so hot," he observed.
"You seem surprised by that," she panted, her hips bucking forward.
"Let me help," he offered. He soon had a hunk of ice in his mouth and was slowly sliding it along the warm skin of her belly.
"There you go," she whispered, her hips bucking forward as she felt her body cool. "That's good. I like that."
Then, once the ice melted, he buried himself inside her as she let out a cry, threw her arms around his neck, and pulled his face into her chest. Like he'd done when she was on her stomach, he filled her over and over again, savoring every grunt and squeak that came out of her mouth. And just like she'd promised, she kept her eyes open the whole time.
Finally, he rolled off her.
"You had enough?" She asked and ran her fingers through his hair. "Did I wear you out?"
"We'll be going again in a few minutes," he promised with a smile as he reached between her legs and gave her a rub. "Don't you worry."
"Good," Jill smiled and then gave a little grunt as she felt herself orgasm from his rubbing. "But can we turn the lights off this time? I feel more that way."
"You're kind of a freak, aren't you?" Christian smiled.
"Maybe I am," Jill grinned and put a finger to her lips. "But don't tell anyone."
"I won't," he promised as he played with her damp hair. "It'll be our little secret."
