Chapter 2: Beginning of a New Life

A Few Hours Later

Jeremy awoke with their names on his lips.

"Oh goooooddd. Emily! Melissa!" he leaned back down onto the wall and rested his back against it.

"Final-fuckin'-ly." a lantern flared up and the room filled with light. The flame flickered off of David's pale skin. Jeremy realized it was the same man he knocked down earlier.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" when he tried to moved, he realized he was chained to the wall.

"It's annoying to have to introduce myself, so let's get this shit out of the way, shall we?" he adjusted his shirt,"I'm David and you're in Mistress' dungeon. We have to keep the "dog" locked up until he changes. Can't have him running loose, what a mess that would cause." Jeremy looked at him through squinted eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about? You wait until the police find me... ." David cut him off.

"There won't be any police. We left behind so much of your blood behind, they think you are dead. No one is going to look for you. You have Mistress' blood running through your veins now. You are truly a privileged man, even though I don't understand Mistress' reason for keeping you." David kicked dirt on Jeremy.

"Why are you doing this to me! My family..." mental images of Emily's and Melissa's bodies filled his mind.

"She was just a baby..." he said thinking about Melissa as he sobbed.

"It was quick."

"Wh...what..?." he sniffled.

"The child, it was quick. Like I told your wife before I killed her, children aren't my thing. I don't take pleasure in slaying children. I don't take pleasure in women all that much anymore."

"Murderer!" rage filled Jeremy's throat. He lunged forward at David, missing him only because of the chains holding him back. He pulled and yanked and screamed as he tried to get at the arrogant younger man. His wrists bleed from being scrapped against the rusted shackles.

"That's it, hate me. The more you fight, the faster you'll turn." David sat down, enjoying the show. Jeremy felt suddenly weak, he fell to his knees. His chest felt like it was on fire. He let out a scream and then his heart stopped. His body leaned over, David rolled his eyes.

"I hate the waiting period, it bores me."

After a few minutes, Jeremy's Hazel eyes, turned a deep dark shade. His chest heaved fast, his blond hair grew longer, veins pulsated through out his muscular arms. Fangs spurted through his gums, cutting his bottom lip in the process. He fell back down to the ground and curled into a ball. David walked back over to him.

"You have two options, either you declare your loyalty to Mistress or you stay here and starve to death." the smaller man walked out of the room, locking the door.

Jeremy growled, holding his stomach. The pain was surreal, he had never felt that kind of stomach churning before. He eventually passed out from the agony.

An Hour Later

When he awoke, he was laying on a bed. Which was surrounded in silk. This room was much more pleasant looking. With colorful drapes all around and magnificent pantings on each wall. This place looked like it was from over 200 years ago. When he tried to move he realized he was chained again. This time his feet were chained as well, so he was stretched out across the bed.

"Damn it." he whispered to himself.

The hunger pains started again, this time they were unbearable. Just as Jeremy thought he would pass out again, a wall on the far side of the room shifted. The woman known as Mistress walked through.

"Finally awake, good. By now the hunger has got you in it's horrible clutch. I could change that, but you'd have to be willing. But first, I need to upgrade."

"Upgrade?. What the FUCK are you talking about? LET ME GO!"

Mistress pulled the hood of the cloak off. She was a very old woman. One eye blinded. Skin wrinkled and cracked. Hair white as flour. She pulled out the flask David used to catch Emily's blood. She held it up to her mouth and drank from it. She dropped the empty flask and clutched her heart. She turned around, her back toward Jeremy. After a minute she stopped hunching over and stood up straight. She turned around, Jeremy's mouth fell open from the sight before him. The old woman had turned into a young, beautiful, busty woman. She spoke with a strong "old country" accent.

"I am Mistress Draven, I am the one who's blood runs through you. I am YOUR mistress now. I am the owner of your heart."

"You aren't the owner of anything, especially my heart. NO ONE will take the place of Emily and Melissa. I would rather die than be your slave. And if you let me go, I will rip off your face, bitch!" he spat at her and it landed at her feet.

"We will see how you feel when the hunger takes over COMPLETELY. When you feel like you have scorpions piecing your innards. We will see." She walked over to him and crawled across the bed. She laid next to him and watched him squirm in pain. She traced a finger over his bare chest. Then put her wrist next to his face.

"This is the end of your suffering. All you have to do is give in to me." she pierced her wrist, blood slowly dripped out. Jeremy licked his lips, just the sight, the smell of the blood sent his senses in a frenzy. He turned his head away.

"Foolish man. Give in or you will die. But if you die, you knowingly die. Meaning you will commit the act of sin against your God and you won't make it up to Heaven to be with your precious family." she hissed.

Jeremy turned back around. She was right, if he knew he would die and allowed it, it would be suicide. A sin against God. He had always been a religious man.

The blood dripped so deliciously, he couldn't stand it anymore. He lunged at her wrist and began to suck the sweet nectar out. Draven's eyes sparkled with excitement. She hadn't seen that kind of wild consumption since she turned David. She started to feel weak.

"Enough!" she snatched her arm away from him. He could kill her if he took too much. Finally the pains stopped and Jeremy could think clearly.

"Now, do you give in?"

"Never..."

"Fine, if you won't cooperate, then you will be David's play thing until you do. And he has ways of making people cooperate." with that, Draven left the room.

Jeremy pulled at the metal shackles holding him down. They didn't budge. He tried again, they moved a little. He held his breath and pulled with all of his might and they broke. Jeremy got up and walked toward the room's door. He looked out and the coast was clear.

He ran, and ran, his heart pounded. He searched for a way out of the unfamiliar surroundings. He ran in and out of room after room. Praying for ANY way out. Then there it was, the front door. He ran toward it, just as he reached for the knob, he felt woozy. He then fell over and passed out.

In Another Room

He awoke on his back in another room. He tried to move and realized his hands were tied. He moved his head around and noticed he was on a table.

"Not again."

He tried to break the ropes like he had done the chains, but he was incredibly weak feeling and couldn't do it.

"You really need to stop passing out, man. You're still not strong enough to be running around." David stood over Jeremy's body, a whip in hand. He traced the butt of the tool over Jeremy's chest and stomach. He wore tight leather pants and no shirt. He ran his free hand down to Jeremy's crotch and rubbed lightly.

Jeremy flopped around violently. "Keep your hands to your fuckin' self, buddy!"

"You're pretty, but," he slung the whip over his shoulder, " you're not my type. Too old." David kneeled down by the table and untied Jeremy's hands.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, only because of what I've done already. Your family, especially your child, didn't deserve to die, but I didn't have any control over it. You're filled with such pain and sorrow, nothing I do to you could ever match that. To clear my soul a little, I'm telling Mistress you begged for me not to kill you. I suggest when she gets here, you give up." David threw the whip down.

"You know, if I had the strength, I'd rip your heart out." Jeremy growled.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, I'm a very dirty little boy, and anything bad that happens to me I deserve."

Jeremy eyed him angerly and then his face softened. He wanted some answers and he figured he'd get them if he acted nicer.

"How did you get here?." Jeremy asked, leaning against a wall, trying not to pass out again. David looked up at him then flopped down onto a haystack in the room.

"Well, it was about 10 years ago. Son of a wealthy Stock Trader and a actress. A son they didn't want. Wanting to penetrate another man's...body, is unacceptable in this society. I got into a fight with the old geezers and they threw me out. I spent my last few bucks and got drunk. Met up with a pretty dude of the same persuasion. Turns out he was a vampire and he bit me. As I laid under an oak tree bleeding to death, Mistress happened to find me and offered me life in exchange for my eternal services. I liked living too much, being the selfish person I am, so I excepted and I've been with her ever since." David stretched as he walked across the room to a window.

"She does a lot of things I don't agree with. If I were still on my own, I'd never be a killer. I'm more handy at being a thief anyway."

"Why am I here? What does she want from me?"

David exhaled as he looked back over at Jeremy.

"She needs someone to be her King. I wasn't good enough. Didn't fit her "needs". I guess she thinks you're the one for the job."

Jeremy scuffed.

"Why don't you leave?" Jeremy asked, rubbing his scraped wrists. David looked out the window at the full moon.

"Why? I ain't got no place to go. No one to love me. Just Mistress and that's all. You're in the same position as me, man. Make it easy on yourself." David left the room and locked the door behind him.

Jeremy slid down the wall and sat down. All of this was extremely overwhelming. He started to cry, it was the first time he had been able to properly grieve. He felt like throwing up, but all he could do was dry heave. After a few minutes he was able to calm a little bit. Just then Draven walked in.

"I see David did his job." she hissed thinking Jeremy's tears were from David's abuse.

"Are you ready to devote your loyalty to me?"

Jeremy hesitated, then answered.

"Yes..."

"Very good. Here, put these on." she threw clothes at him. Jeremy dressed himself and followed Draven out of the room. They walked past a cell, Jeremy could hear crying. He walked closer, the room was filled with young women.

"Why are they here?"

"I need their blood. In order for me to stay young, I must feast on the blood of a young woman. They will all be drained and their blood will be stored until I need it."

Jeremy frowned.

"That's wrong, its blasphemy." then he had a flash in his mind.

"You did this to Emily?"

"Yes, hers was the blood I used last. Did a fantastic job of rejuvenating me." Draven let out a sharp laugh. Jeremy looked up at her with hate in his eyes. He knew he was too weak to attack her on his own. He decided to give up, what was the point of fighting? His family was gone and he could never go back to his world as the "thing" he had become.

They walked into a gigantic diningroom, David was already in there. Draven and Jeremy sat down. A short man, looking like he was about two seconds away from death, carted in a table with three trays on them. He handed each person a tray and left.

"Time to eat." Draven and David lifted the lids off the trays and Jeremy felt sick. There were big slabs of extremely bloody meat. They tore into it like a pack of wild wolves. Jeremy lifted his lid and looked at the mess. He would have thrown up any other time, but for some reason wanted nothing more than to rip into the rancid meat. With that he took a huge bite out it and swallowed it whole. He kept it up until he wolfed it all down. The blood dripped from his lips, he felt so much stronger. So much more in control of his body. So much more...deadly.

Draven could see in Jeremy's eyes that he had almost fully turned.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes...Mistress." he answered, trance like. David looked at Jeremy, he didn't think he would give up that quick.

"What a waste." he whispered in his head.

"Good. GOOD. Now, I must rest. You and David will keep company in the West wing." they all exited the diningroom and walked off to a very dark area of the castle. There, in the center of the room was a big casket. Draven crawled in and David shut the lid. Just as he finished, the sun started to come up over the horizon. The room grew brighter and Jeremy became fearful. He had read in many books that sunlight could kill vampires.

"Oh god, we have to get out of here befor..." David put a finger up to his lips.

"Relax, and look." a beam of sunlight shown on Jeremy's face. He thought he would start burning any second, but the pain never came.

"What...what is this? Why aren't we dying? We are vampires...right?"

"Yes, but we are of a special breed. Mistress' blood is different than other vampires. If she turns you, her blood with protect you from burning in the sun's light." David put a hand through a beam of light and let it shine on his skin.

"Since I have her blood in me, I am immune too. Sadly, Mistress herself isn't able to bask in the light. We don't know why, but it's always been that way. But let's go, I'm bored."

Jeremy looked at the casket one last time as David dragged him out of the room.

A Few Years Later

After a few months, Jeremy had regained his strength. He felt stronger than he had ever felt before. And everyday Draven would make physical advances on him, and she would be furious when he turned her down. She would send him to David for punishment. Punishment David would never bestow. For he and Jeremy had become lovers.

Jeremy and David's fingers stayed entangled throughout the many nights. Jeremy hadn't expected to enjoy himself, after all, he was still mourning over his wife and child. And being in the same bed with the man who killed them should have sent him into a rage again, but, for some reason he felt safe with David. David presented a certain...calm and Jeremy couldn't resist it. He wasn't evil, just a lost soul who got caught up in something he shouldn't have.

"Hey, I have something I want to give you." David muttered during one of those nights that they had grown used to sharing.

"What?"

"A Chance to say goodbye." he whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"Get dressed. Follow me."

Jeremy did as he was told and followed David, they got into a car. The moon was shining bright this night for some reason. David stopped at a grave yard.

"What are we doing here, David?"

"I told you, to say goodbye, now, go find them."

Jeremy knew EXACTLY what David meant. This was the grave yard that was his departed family's final restling place. He sighed as he roamed through the headstones. Not too long after starting his search, he found what he was looking for. "Here lies Emily Joesaphina Lynn," and right next to her "Melissa Rebbeca Lynn." Jeremy fell down to his knees. Right there in front of him were his beloveds. His angels.

"You have to let them go," David said from behind, startling Jeremy a little. "If you don't, it will eat at you forever."

He was right, Jeremy thought. It was time to finally say goodbye, and embrace his new life. He shut his eyes, a single tear falling from one. He wrapped his arms firmly around the concrete headstones, holding on as if they were his REAL angels.

"I will always love you, you'll never know how much you meant to me. Goodbye." he stood up and turned away from the headstones before he could cry again. He and David walked out of the cemetery that night, the last night Jeremy would ever return to there.