Will You Wake Me Already? ch16
Connor eyed the Master for a moment he was to be trusted. But it looked like the Master was his only ticket out of here so he slowly nodded: "Fine...go ahead". The Master smiled and stepped forward: "Hmm...that's a good boy...now come on child meet me half way". There was definitely something about the Master that made Connor's skin crawl, an evilness, a power he could not explain. But he would face it, he gently walked forward, slowly but surely til he entered the centre of the circle toe to toe with the Master.
The Master laughed and surveyed the boys beautiful body, then gently came to him, Connor turned to display his neck to the Master to get it over with, but the Master had different plans. He grabbed Connors hair spun his head part his sweet lips and bit Connor's tongue, drinking from Connor and kissing him at the same time. Connor shook helplessly, trying to hold still. Suddenly the numb feeling leaving him and a very real fear and disgust setting in. The Master sucked long and hard, and Connor would reach out trying to hold onto the Master for support but then realising he was the Master would refrain. He could hear all the vampires laughing around him, and he hated them. He hated the Master, hated Billy, hated the vampires, hated himself. The child within him couched and wanted to hide, wanted to submit and be saved and the adult in him rebelled wanted to stand tall, wanted to show no fear. What he managed was nothing more than a compromise he stood his ground submissively quiet until the Master pulled back smiling, Connor's blood dripping slowly down his lips.
Connor gasped as he felt his legs go weak.. he fell to his knees and held his stomach. Billy wouldn't miss this opportunity he came to Connor from behind only to hear the Master's voice: "No Billy." "But I *tracing a hand along Connor's cheek* just wanted to play with him." "No!" the Master moved in front of the terrified Connor and forced eye- contact, "Well....run." Connor looked around in disbelief for a moment and then ran, through all of the vamps that he was sure wouldn't let him go, through all of the dark tunnels, their quiet sense of death now looming and ominous, laughing at him.
Spike sniffed around following the scent. Dawn whined: "There's nothing herree." "Shut up," Faith intervened, in her mind all of them just didn't want to find Connor, just didn't care. Spike stopped looked back at the gang and then slowly entered a thicket...it was a smell at first, lost in the wind, then a heartbeat, shallow breathing and then Connor's doubled over body. Spike jumped at Connor in concern though on the outside Connor didn't seem too bad. Connor didn't take very kindly to being seen like this: "What do you want?" he said, rising to his feet. Dawn stuttered: "We...ur...w.we wanted to make sure you were okay." Connor silently turned from them and began to walk away. "Wait!" Giles called after him. "At least let us take a look at you." Connor turned and let them look, they surveyed him quietly and he turned.
Spike flanked Connor and pushed him onto the ground and opened Connor's bruised mouth, thick with blood. Connor struggled in panic. Spike growled:
"I knew it! I knew I smelled blood.who did this to you?" "The Master," Faith said, moving forward slowly. "It was him, wasn't it. Connor didn't answer her, he just looked up helplessly. Faith could only feel a pain in her heart a pang for Connor... a need for his arms, how could this all be real when she needed him so much. When she could see the pain in his eyes. Feel his pain in her heart. It just wasn't right. She sighed came forward and to everyone's surprise, including her own, held Connor's hand tightly. But said nothing.
Connor eyed the Master for a moment he was to be trusted. But it looked like the Master was his only ticket out of here so he slowly nodded: "Fine...go ahead". The Master smiled and stepped forward: "Hmm...that's a good boy...now come on child meet me half way". There was definitely something about the Master that made Connor's skin crawl, an evilness, a power he could not explain. But he would face it, he gently walked forward, slowly but surely til he entered the centre of the circle toe to toe with the Master.
The Master laughed and surveyed the boys beautiful body, then gently came to him, Connor turned to display his neck to the Master to get it over with, but the Master had different plans. He grabbed Connors hair spun his head part his sweet lips and bit Connor's tongue, drinking from Connor and kissing him at the same time. Connor shook helplessly, trying to hold still. Suddenly the numb feeling leaving him and a very real fear and disgust setting in. The Master sucked long and hard, and Connor would reach out trying to hold onto the Master for support but then realising he was the Master would refrain. He could hear all the vampires laughing around him, and he hated them. He hated the Master, hated Billy, hated the vampires, hated himself. The child within him couched and wanted to hide, wanted to submit and be saved and the adult in him rebelled wanted to stand tall, wanted to show no fear. What he managed was nothing more than a compromise he stood his ground submissively quiet until the Master pulled back smiling, Connor's blood dripping slowly down his lips.
Connor gasped as he felt his legs go weak.. he fell to his knees and held his stomach. Billy wouldn't miss this opportunity he came to Connor from behind only to hear the Master's voice: "No Billy." "But I *tracing a hand along Connor's cheek* just wanted to play with him." "No!" the Master moved in front of the terrified Connor and forced eye- contact, "Well....run." Connor looked around in disbelief for a moment and then ran, through all of the vamps that he was sure wouldn't let him go, through all of the dark tunnels, their quiet sense of death now looming and ominous, laughing at him.
Spike sniffed around following the scent. Dawn whined: "There's nothing herree." "Shut up," Faith intervened, in her mind all of them just didn't want to find Connor, just didn't care. Spike stopped looked back at the gang and then slowly entered a thicket...it was a smell at first, lost in the wind, then a heartbeat, shallow breathing and then Connor's doubled over body. Spike jumped at Connor in concern though on the outside Connor didn't seem too bad. Connor didn't take very kindly to being seen like this: "What do you want?" he said, rising to his feet. Dawn stuttered: "We...ur...w.we wanted to make sure you were okay." Connor silently turned from them and began to walk away. "Wait!" Giles called after him. "At least let us take a look at you." Connor turned and let them look, they surveyed him quietly and he turned.
Spike flanked Connor and pushed him onto the ground and opened Connor's bruised mouth, thick with blood. Connor struggled in panic. Spike growled:
"I knew it! I knew I smelled blood.who did this to you?" "The Master," Faith said, moving forward slowly. "It was him, wasn't it. Connor didn't answer her, he just looked up helplessly. Faith could only feel a pain in her heart a pang for Connor... a need for his arms, how could this all be real when she needed him so much. When she could see the pain in his eyes. Feel his pain in her heart. It just wasn't right. She sighed came forward and to everyone's surprise, including her own, held Connor's hand tightly. But said nothing.