Title: Changes Part One

Chapter 7: Broken

By: Cody Furlong

When Jake next awoke the first thing he did was to check over himself and his cell, as he did every time he came out of the stupor his master had put him in. By now he'd lost all sense of time, it felt like weeks could have gone by in in his captivity. But with out any references it could have only been a few days for all he knew.

The room looked much the same as it did the first time he'd opened his eyes here, only now one of the carts had been rolled over and uncovered while he was unconscious. As usual the vamp himself was nowhere in sight, though he had no doubt he was being watched through that mirror.

Surprisingly the tabby had gone relatively easy on him last night compared to the first few times, though eying up the cart he suspected it was because he was about to be in a whole other level of pain. The wheeled table was low enough that he could see the stainless steel tray, and the tools that sat neatly on it.

The various sized scalpels were easily recognizable by their deadly blades glinting in the light, the other things though he couldn't identify. The first of which looked like some kind of bladed spatula or pie server, the other was a rectangle shaped device slightly bigger than a deck of cards, it had a knob and screen on it's face, while several long wires extended out of it's top each ending in a small metal plate with sharpened ends.

Sighing the hero turned his head back up to stare at the ceiling, there wasn't anything he could do since his arms and legs where still buckled down tight. As he traced his eyes along the grout lines of the tile he noticed for the first time that he was hungry and thirsty. He'd hadn't been given anything to eat the entire time he'd been held here and other than whatever that blasted immortal had pumped into his stomach, nothing to drink either.

The athletic tom let his thoughts wander to his lover and how he'd never get to see the handsome tom again. He could feel the vampire's hold over him in the back of his mind, it was weak for the moment but he knew the longer he was here the stronger it would become.

As if his hunger had conjured him up the clunk of the door latch announced Grendel's coming. The black and dark gray tom was clad in his usual leathers, while the ever present cigar puffed out clouds of smoke behind him.

"I'd have thought my pet would be gettin' hungry by now. I can't have ya starving' to death, so I brought ya something to eat an' drink." The vamp was carrying a tray in one hand which he sat down on his captive's chest.

The cinnamon male licked his lips when he saw his favorite sub sandwich sitting on the tray along with two cups. His stomach growled audibly at the sight making a smirk appear on his kidnaper's lips.

Jake growled to himself willing his stomach to be quite and shot an untrusting look to the tabby standing over him. He knew that the monster could have easily slipped something into the food or drinks. It was something he and Chance had been taught while in the Academy to prepare them for if they were ever captured during war time.

The undead laughed picking up one of the cups then moving around to stand behind the prone Kat's head. "Don't give me that look, it's not poisoned or anything. It wouldn't do to kill ya, I'd have already done it with a more direct method if I wanted ya dead."

The Swat Kat had to agree with that, there had been ample opportunity for killing him several times over already. The burly male didn't strike him as the type that would string someone along before killing them, and he was hungry enough that he would eat the food anyway, regardless if it had been laced with something.

Grendel seemed to have thought the same as he slipped one paw under his slave's head then gently lifted it up enough that he'd be able to eat and drink easier. "You'll understand if I don't free ya to feed yerself kitten…drink this, then you can have the sandwich."

The smaller tom sighed and opened his mouth, he didn't really have much choice since the powerful male could just force it down his throat if he refused. He couldn't see what was inside the plastic container, and to be honest didn't want to know as he closed his eyes.

The immortal chuckled as he tipped up the cup pouring the crimson fluid it held into the back of the bound feline's mouth. Then before the mortal could sit his vitae back out, the cursed tom tossed the cup aside and clamped his now free hand over the mouth.

Jake jerked when the warm, bloody tasting liquid filled his mouth nearly gagging on it before his mouth was forced shut. With nowhere else for it to go he grimaced the best he could and swallowed the foul fluid.

"That's a good little one, it tastes bad now but you'll get used to it soon enough." The vamp chuckled as he let go of his thrall's muzzle.

"What the hell was that stuff!?" The former mechanic coughed and sputtered, glaring up at the muscled male.

The vampire smiled and set Jake's head back down before starting to walk around the room. "That was my vitae, or blood if ya wanna to call it that. When a mortal drinks an vampire's blood it turns them into what we call a ghoul or in simpler terms their slave.

The hero growled and pulled on his restraints, even as the bastard spoke he could feel his will breaking to the power of the immortal. In the end though it was no use, the straps were too tight, and his want to be free slipped farther away every second.

Grendel puffed on the large cigar his lips were curled around as he watched his kitten slowly stop struggling until the slim tom finally lay limp on the table. "If they drink enough of the vitae, then the ghoul will become blood bound to their dominator, and be willin' to do anything for 'em. Even if it meant killing their former loved one, or givin' their own life for their master."

The cloud of smoke followed the black and dark gray male almost as if it was alive as the blood drinker returned to the table's side. "We aren't like what ya see on TV, when vampires cry, sweat, or climax it comes out as blood."

The cursed tabby slowly raised one hand up and slowly stroked it over the athletic feline's toned abs. "Having my vitae in yer system also gives ya a small portion of my own abilities. You now have the ability to heal yourself of injuries, and have increased stamina."

Jake let a purr rumble up from his throat at the petting gone, all his thoughts of Chance, and of his worries over the blonde tabby having to protect the city on his own where becoming dark in his mind, he had been broken, all that was left was pet and master now.

"That's my little kitty, now let's get the rest of yer food taken care of, then we can have s'more 'fun' before I teach ya how to user yer healing ability." The vampire purred deeply before lowering his head down and delivering a hard kiss to his new ghoul's lips.

The only thing the former Swat Kat did was to mew out in acceptance, taking tongue and cigar both as his new master plundered his mouth as a real lover would. Everything he once knew or held dear being stripped away in willing pleasure.