Pairing: Old Lord x Frankenstein
Rating: R-18/NC-17
Theme: Angst/Rape
The Fateful Encounter
Chapter 2
Later in the night, soft footsteps echoed in the dungeon halls. Frankenstein was lying down on his left side, facing the dungeon wall, his back facing the door. Being a light sleeper, he woken up instantly but did not get up. Instead, he listened to the footsteps which were drawing closer to him.
The footsteps drew closer, and closer, and finally stopped outside his door. Frankenstein held his breath and waited. Should I take this opportunity to make my escape? I'm still bound by the power limiter, which makes my chances very slim...unless it is just a Central Order guard..."You're a feisty one," said the person outside the door. Frankenstein clenched his jaw but remained quiet. So much for escape, it's the Lord of the Nobles! "Does it matter to you whether I am the Lord or not?" asked the voice. The dungeon door creaked open softly as the Lord entered. Frankenstein remained silent, physically and mentally. He heard the Lord approaching his bed and suddenly, the limiters came off his hands! Puzzled, Frankenstein slowly sat up and turned around, as he rubbed his aching wrists. He glared at the Lord, contemplating his escape. However, he felt a faint force compelling him to stay. Instantly he knew that the Lord was testing him with his mind control ability. Frankenstein chose to behave himself.
The Lord smiled and lowered his left hand to cup Frankenstein's face and establish an eye contact. "Of course it doesn't matter to you whether I'm the Lord or not," whispered the Lord as his face drew closer to Frankenstein's. Frankenstein glared defiantly at him. "You feel indifferent towards me. How unfortunate...," Frankenstein held his breath as he felt the Lord breathing on the nape of his neck, "because I want us...," he closed his eyes and tried to turn his face away, but the Lord's grip was firm. Instead, felt the Noble's lips brushing upwards to the angle of his jaw, and the Lord whispered into his ears as his thumb brushed on Frankenstein's lower lip, "to be friends..." Frankenstein shuddered at that Noble's words, but he remained still and quiet.
The Lord released him and slowly stepped backwards, then he turned around and left the dungeon hastily, the dungeon door shut after his departure. Frankenstein heard the Noble's voice resonating in his head, "I'll come again, Frankenstein..." He exhaled slowly, didn't realise that he was holding his breath. As he suspected, the Lord was a difficult opponent, very unpredictable and his true intentions remained unknown. But as his gaze fell upon the removed power limiters, Frankenstein grinned. The Lord intrigued him. He had never encountered anyone as enigmatic as the Lord of the Noble, who secretly came to the dungeons, with an attempt to mess with his head. For now, I'll play his game. After that,...Frankenstein's thought wanders as he crushed the limiters with his hands.
The Lord walked through the corridor, the moonlight shining through the windows, illuminating the way to his chambers. He gazed at the crescent moon and pondered how he, a Noble, could be so obsessed with a mere human. No, Frankenstein was not a mere human, he was one who overcame the limits of his humanity and paid a heavy price to gain his own soul weapon. Even more disturbing, the human reminded him of his younger self, before he became the Lord. And the Lord wanted to forget, forget his carefree younger self, forget the taste of sweet freedom, before he was shackled with the title and the duties of the Lord of Nobles. The true captive was the one walking leisurely in the castle, beneath the sorrowful moonlight.
Drusilla's Note:
Thank you for your encouragement and support. Multi-chapter fic is not my forte, so I'm amazed that there is no sex scenes after 2 chapters [although my mind is full of smut]. Perhaps in the next chapter?
