A/N: So, to recap from the last chapter. Wade makes his way to South Africa after kidnapping Rachael, only to run into Heath and Justin, who become quite lustful over him and begin thirsting for his blood. As a result of that, they kidnap him and hold him captive—until he agrees to be the muscle behind their heinous deeds.

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Chapter 5- Seduction

Heath and Justin made it home before the sun decided to rise. Once they reached Cape Town, they both let out a sigh of relief.

The night had been fun—and they managed to grab their first subject—one Stu Bennett, aka Wade Barrett—without a fight.

Justin was all smiles as he and Heath brought him inside the house.

"Quick, let's get him upstairs," Justin said, his smile getting wider by the second.

"If you say so," Heath huffed.

They immediately carried him into one of the guest rooms and handcuffed him to the bed—not that he could get away anyway.

"What's with the smiles?" Heath asked.

"He's built like a god," Justin replied. "He'll be an asset to us for sure."

"I know," Heath agreed. "But how?"

"He'll be useful when we're hunting—he's known for being cruel toward his victims. Then maybe later, when he's proven himself, he'll be turned."

Heath stroked his chin. "Sounds promising."

"I promise," Justin replied. "Everything will be fine."

A few hours later, Wade began to stir from his drunken haze. "What the—I'm not back at my house. What the fuck's going on here?"

Heath and Justin immediately ran into the room to see a confused Wade looking taking in his surroundings.

"Again, you bastards, I'm NOT at my place, am I? Answer me now."

"No," Justin said. "You're at our place. You passed out at the club, and we thought it best to bring you back here to recuperate."

"Before sending you on your way," Heath lied.

"Of course," Justin added.

"Sure, and I'm a monkey's uncle," Wade muttered. "Why did you really bring me here?"

"We really did bring you here to recuperate," Justin said. "You were so wasted last night, it wasn't even funny."

"I see," Wade grumbled again. "So, are you going to really tell me why I'm here, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"

"Oh, so we've got a real tough one here," Heath snickered. "How about we show him how tough we can be?"

"I think that can be in order," Justin agreed.

"What are you talking about?" Wade asked, clearly puzzled out of his mind.

"You see, you gorgeous piece of man," Heath began, "we need you here."

"What he means," Justin continued, "is that we were watching you since you walked into the bar last night. And we've wanted you ever since."

"Again, what the fuck?" Wade growled. "Wanted me?"

"Maybe we'd better show him what we mean," Heath suggested, his fangs bared.

"Good idea," Justin said, baring his fangs.

"Oh, dear Lord," Wade stammered in shock.

"What? The big, bad Wade Barrett is scared?" Justin teased.

"Not scared—more like amused. Take those things out of your mouth before I punch them out," Wade threatened. "And how do you know who I am?"

"I hate to tell you this, but they're not fake," Heath said, ignoring the question.

Wade's eyes widened. "You're really—?"

"Yes, vampires. The only ones in our families," Heath replied.

"How is it that those aren't fake?" Wade asked.

"Because they're not," Justin said. "Want a demonstration?"

"Why ask," Heath grumbled, "when you can just show him?"

"Of course," Justin smiled, taking one of the taller man's wrists. "I can do that."

"So can I," Heath growled, sinking his fangs into the other wrist.

Wade howled in pain. "I should have known there was something different about you two. Don't kill me."

Justin grinned at him as blood dripped down his chin. "Aww, poor baby. He wants us to let him live."

Heath glanced at Justin. "We can arrange that."

"Anyway," Justin interrupted, a sneer on his angelic face. "To answer your question as to how we know who you are, we do watch the news, you know. You murdered a man in a bar in your hometown of Manchester—very impressive. You're a hardened criminal—a monster, so to say. And I, for one, like that."

"And we like you," Heath agreed.

"So where do I fit into all this?" Wade asked.

"That's a good question. You're good at kidnapping and torturing innocent people. You make people cringe at the sound of your name," Justin said.

"Yep, and they also cringe at the sight of you," Heath replied, running a finger down Wade's chest.

"And I admire that strength," Justin murmured. "That's what we need."

"Hm, what's in this for me?" Wade asked.

"Getting into the hottest clubs every night," Heath began.

"Luring the hottest women to their doom and gloom," Justin said.

"All the tormenting and torturing you can handle, plus all the bloodshed you can take," Heath continued.

"I'm liking this," Wade replied. "Do I get turned? I want that as well."

"You have to earn it," Justin said.

"Trust me, it'll take a while," Heath added. "Just do what you're good at. Then we'll talk."

"Agreed," Wade replied. "When do I start?"

"Whenever you're ready to," Justin said.

"I'm ready to wreak some havoc," Wade murmured. "Why did you think I came to South Africa?"

"A change of pace and another place to commit crimes," Justin snickered.

"Exactly."

"Before we get you started," Heath said, "we've got plans for you."

Wade gulped. "What's that now?"

"For starters," Justin began, "Heath and I need to have dinner."

"And let me guess, I'm the appetizer?" Wade muttered.

"Of course," Heath replied, his fangs bared once again.

"Why so sad, beautiful?" Justin asked. "We're not killing you."

"Do with me what you will," a reluctant Wade muttered.

"And that we shall," Heath replied. "Seducing you is more like it. It won't hurt, maybe a pinch, but it won't hurt."

"Fuck the niceties," Justin growled, his fangs burrowing into Wade's neck. "Just eat. We need our energy."

Heath shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

Wade moaned. "Not too much. I need my strength too. I can't break anyone's neck if I'm weak because of blood loss."

"Oh, hush," Justin chastised. "We're not going to drain you."

"Just how many necks have you broken?" Heath asked.

"One too many—and most of the time, I've been shot," Wade replied.

"You're mad," Justin replied, laughing.

"Absofuckinglutely," Heath said.

"Mmm," Justin groaned. "You taste good. I think I can taste your strength right now."

"Well, don't take too much of it. I need some too," Heath hissed.

"Well, don't bloody fight over me," Wade snapped. "I think it's time you two stopped now anyway. I'll be dead if you don't."

Heath and Justin backed off. "True. Sorry, mate."

"Now untie me. You can't keep me here and expect me to do anything."

"Heath, you heard him, let's take off the handcuffs," Justin ordered.

"Ahh," Wade groaned. "That's better. And I guess you want me to stay here with you two?"

"If you want," Heath said.

"What time is it?" Justin asked.

"Six o'clock."

"Damn," Heath sighed. "The time flies when you're having fun."

"Who said the fun had to end?" Wade asked, pulling Justin to his feet.

Justin smirked. "What did you have in mind?"

"You'll find out," Wade told him.

"This should be interesting," Heath muttered.

"It's for you too," Wade assured him.

"What're you playing at?" Heath asked, confused. "I'll need to take it into consideration."

"I know what your other intentions are with me," Wade confessed. "And I saw Heath giving it to one of the male dancers at Cool Runnings the other night. Have you two always swung both ways?"

Heath glanced at Justin. "He's onto us."

"Yes," Justin said. "We have. We've had plenty of lovers, but you're the icing on the cake."

"And you just happened to know I'd be in Bloemfontein?" Wade questioned.

"Heath's ingenious idea," Justin said, rolling his eyes.

"I read about the kidnapping in the paper. Why else does anyone who is anyone come to South Africa?" Heath retorted.

"Only to get away because they won't be found when it comes to someone turning up in other countries," Wade replied.

"Exactly," Heath said. "True, I'd seen you walk in. But I left that to Justin while I went to enjoy the dancer I lured to the back of the club. I figured you'd be perfect."

"Like I said, your strength is what attracted me most," Justin repeated. "We need that. Supernatural strength alone won't cut it."

"Hm," Wade murmured. "Enough of that. I understand."

"Uh oh," Justin said. "He's up to something."

"Damn right I am," Wade replied. "Since you want my body so much—and I don't blame you—how about this? Your dungeon needs filling with oversexed victims—so why don't we go get some now? And afterward, you can continue taking your time with me."

Justin's eyes twinkled. "I like that idea."

Heath smiled. "As do I. Let's go."

"Where, though?" Wade asked.

"Anyone up for the 9Bar?" Justin asked.

"I'm up for anywhere, just as long as I get his dick tonight," Heath growled.

"Let's go, then," Wade said to them. "I'll get my driver to come through."

"Go make the call," Justin ordered.

Wade pulled out his phone. "Salvo? Sorry about not getting home last night. The guys I met took me to their place until I was in a reasonable state."

"That's okay, boss," the driver replied. "I had a feeling you'd met people and hung with them. Am I taking you and your friends out somewhere tonight?"

"Pietermaritzburg. The 9Bar and then Crowded House after that. Is it possible to do both?"

"Of course, boss. Where are you? Cape Town?"

"Yep."

"Give me the address and I'll be there in an hour."

Wade gave him the address and then hung up. "Okay, he'll be here in an hour."

"Good," Heath said. "I'm going to get changed. You two should also change."

Wade rolled his eyes. "Into what? I have nothing with me—you two kidnapped me—everything is at my condo in Jo'burg."

"I have something I think you'd like," Justin said, dragging him behind him. "But first, a shower."

"And you'd better elaborate on your plans with us," Heath added.

"You'll find out," was all Wade would say.

An hour finally passed, and Salvo finally arrived to take them into Pietermaritzburg. Once they got there, Wade gave him a pickup time and informed him that there would be a few others joining them for the evening.

"Am I dropping you all in Cape Town?"

"You are. I will call when we're ready."

"Have fun, boss."

When he left, Wade turned to Heath and Justin. "Where to first?"

"9Bar."

Once they got to the 9Bar, they were immediately ushered in by the bouncer, who smiled and told them to have fun.

"Now," Wade murmured, "where to begin?"

"Right there—check out the gals over there," Justin said, pointing to the bar.

Wade licked his lips. "I think that's in order. I'll get a booth set up. You get those ladies to come over and have drinks with us."

"Perfect," Heath remarked, looking at the group of men next to the women sitting at the bar. "Can we have them too?"

"Now, now," Justin scolded. "Let's not be hasty."

"Who's being hasty? I was just looking at the guys next to them," Heath argued.

"They do smell good from here," Justin replied, his mouth watering.

"Oh, good Lord," Wade muttered, glaring at them. "You'll get us thrown out of here, I bet. Stop that. Our booth awaits."

"Yes, mother," they said, sticking their tongues out at him.

Wade rolled his eyes again. "Bloody hell, invite the whole group over. We'll figure things out after."

"Yay!" Heath yelled. "I'll go over there now."

"You're not going there by yourself. You'll have all the men to yourself," Justin argued.

"Why not? I'm hungry," Heath shot back.

"Didn't you feed when we were at home?" Justin asked him.

"I did."

"But then you're still hungry?" Wade asked. "Poor babies. I'll make sure you're fed when we get this lot home."

"I knew he was a keeper," Heath said, heading for the bar.

"I'd better keep him in line," Justin replied, heading behind Heath.

"What a liar," Wade muttered, watching Justin head in the other direction.

Shame he was right. Justin made a beeline for the back of the bar. When he was in Wade's sights again, he had his fangs buried in the throat of one of the female bartenders.

"Mmm, delicious," he growled. "Pure, just the way I like it."

"Don't kill me," the girl whimpered.

"Never," Justin promised.

Heath, on the other hand, returned to the booth with the group from the bar in tow. "Where'd he go?"

"What do you think he's doing?" Wade asked.

"Figures," Heath sighed.

"Drinks all around?" Wade asked.

"I'm glad you're all here. How about we take the party back to our place?" Justin asked, walking toward the booth.

"Right after the drinks," Wade assured him. "Heath, a word."

"Right-o, boss," Heath said, walking up to Wade.

"Do you have your 'potion' that you used on me?" Wade asked him.

"Yeah. I ordered a round of Bloody Marys. Dump the stuff in there," Heath replied, handing him a packet of green liquid.

"Good. Get Justin to start working on it," Wade ordered.

"Of course. You call your driver as soon as they pass out," Heath replied.

"Definitely."

By the time the drinks had been finished, the whole group had passed out. Wade immediately grabbed his phone and called Salvo, who arrived within minutes.

When the intended victims were safely stowed into the car, they sped off toward Cape Town and to the house.

Once at the house, they were immediately taken to the basement and chained to the walls.

After they finished securing the group in the basement, Wade, Heath, and Justin sat in the study, working out the plans for yet another hunt.

"We'll hit Durban next," Justin said. "Afterward, maybe even Pretoria. No one ever misses anyone there."

"Sounds good to me," Heath replied, a smile on his face. "And after that?"

"After that," Wade began, "we figure things out. We do need to hit all the places that have nightclubs."

A few hours later, the captives in the basement began to wake up from their drug induced sleep.

"Where are we?"