*Chapter 5*

The blood splattered down on Nothing like a purple fountain, sticky, red liquid that smeared on white skin and sweat-soaked clothes. Zillah quickly pressed his mouth to the wound and then there was only hot, crimson bliss. Ah, what a perfect night! It was full of raw tension, cum, blood...

Zillah's eyes rolled back and his lids covered them, hiding his ecstasy until Barry ran dry, his blood spurting out only in weak, thin gushes.

Letting go of the torn meat, Zillah took a deep breath, baring his teeth at the cold moon like some werewolf in a cliché, cheap horror movie. Too bad there hadn't been enough left of Barry to refill their bottles. But the night was still young and they had just fed and were strong...

Lazily, Zillah licked over his wet lips, brushing off some of Barry's blood that had mingled with Nothing's dried fluids. Then the vampire crouched down, briefly taking the time to share a tongue-swirling, demanding kiss with Nothing, before reaching into the policeman's pocket. It was funny how he still stood there, his muscles tense and shocked even in death, eyes unnaturally bulging.

Once Zillah had retrieved Barry's purse and weapon, a spell seemed to have been broken and the dead human fell face first onto the silver rimmed asphalt. Zillah just lifted a brow, weighting the gun in his hand before throwing it towards Nothing. His interest was more directed at the brown old wallet he had found, its edges almost velvety from so many thumb strokes brushing over it. Flipping it open, Zillah had an indifferent look at former police officer Barry Millers chubby, but

kind-hearted wife and his two pig boys.

With Barry's gun hidden in the glove compartment and is money stuffed deep in Zillah's pocket the van shot through the darkness on the lonely highway at a dazzling speed. They had agreed that getting away from the mess they had made with Barry's body would be the wisest decision, soon after Zillah had ordered Nothing back into the drivers seat.

They needed to find a place where they could clean up a bit since they were both splattered with Barry's dried blood, and Nothing kept feeling Zillah's eyes on him as they went. Zillah had only allowed Nothing to get into his jeans and nothing more, and he could feel how Zillah kept staring at is naked chest with something akin to lust.

"What?" he finally asked, smiling from the feelings Zillah's gaze sent through him. "You look like I spilled something on me" he snickered, knowing very well that he was smeared in Barry's blood still. "What?"

Zillah lazily leaned his head against the backrest of the seat, snuggling into it sideways. His green eyes were still observing Nothing's hard, rosy bud, trying to scorch a tiny hole into them. The cassette tape clicked, but Zillah didn't move to change it. Instead he slowly reached out, totally absorbed in his own world. Long fingers flicked at the erect nipple, before twisting it a bit, pulling and flipping as if it was the most awesome rubber toy on the market.

"We have to do something about that," Zillah declared, dark eyelids on half mast. The humming of the van and the warm, fresh blood in his stomach and veins was making him comfortably tired and numb, and the dope he had smoked didn't help much either... But it was good; Zillah was full, sexually satisfied and he had a new plan on

how to entertain himself.

Nothing winced as Zillah twisted his nipple rather harshly, and he instinctively swatted at Zillah's hand.

"Ouch! They're not toys, you know!" he complained, but really, deep down he didn't mind the pain one bit. Like everything else concerning Zillah, he craved his touch however harsh or cruel it might be, and he could take it. He was Zillah's son, and he'd be damned if he would ever complain about anything Zillah decided to do to him.

"What is it you have conjured this time then?" Nothing asked, his lips curling into a sly, teasing smile. "You gonna let me in on it or just… keep me in the dark?" He felt his teenage hormones rage through his young body, already thrilling him and stirring things below. "I get a feeling it's more than a fuck you want…"

Zillah pursed his lips, fingers crawling right back to the exposed, now from the abuse red-swollen nipple. "They are my toys." His slightly narrowed eyes relaxed the next moment however, as Zillah's long forefinger painted a white path into the crust of dried blood on Nothing's chest. "And I can do with them whatever I like." Dry crimson flakes fell into Nothing's lap as Zillah scratched a circle around the nipple in question that turned into a spiral. Lazily Zillah observed his finger moving sensually, tenderly, sharp nails put on a leash as long as their owner felt like it. A smirk tugged at the vampire's lips that betrayed the slightly dizzy, impassive impression he gave, because actually, Zillah was excited.

"It will be a surprise for my lovely boy," he purred, before his gaze sharply flickered to a washed out sign that said something about 'Eden Lake'. "Drive left."

Nothing didn't hesitate but pulled the van left down the dark road snaking towards whatever "Eden Lake" was. He felt a thrill of excitement run down his spine at the thought of what it could be Zillah had in mind, and he looked forward to finding out.

"Tell me at least something" he whined when his curiosity got the better of him. "I'll blow you if you give me a hint!" Sex was Nothing's greatest weapon, and he knew he was getting good at it, too, and with teenage hormones raging through his body, sex was constantly on his mind.

"Ah-ah, be patient like a good boy." The left corner of Zillah's mouth twitched up, as he gave Nothing's nipple one last tug, but the shiver that was running down his spine was speaking another language. Still, Nothing would know soon enough, and Zillah would get that blowjob. Right now however, the glittering, dark lake in front of them looked more tempting. Zillah couldn't wait to get the pig-man's sweaty stench off him, to let his hot body drown in the cool liquid like the sweet-rotten Ophelia hidden under a veil of water lilies. Could vampires drown? Zillah didn't know, but it was an interesting thought he might have to discuss with Christian as soon as they were back.

"Now, get out of the car."

The car door on Zillah's side had already been opened and bare feet met the mossy ground. The lake wasn't big and it was surrounded by a pine forest. The grass was growing freely and wildly, claiming back the territory that once had been occupied by families coming out here for their weekly pick-nick. No one did pick-nicks anymore. Zillah's drug and brain induced brain wondered if it could be considered a pick-nick if they had brought the half-dead body of Barry with them, to share it here, on the earthy, rotting carpet of pine needles...

Since Zillah hadn't bothered covering his body with clothes when they had entered the van again, he didn't have anything to shed. Testingly, he put the tip of his big toe onto the water's surface, frowning. It was freezing. Lifting his shoulder in a tiny shrug, Zillah sat his foot down onto the slippery ground and slowly entered the lake with graceful, slightly ginger movements, before he turned his head back at Nothing. "You coming or what?"

Nothing stood back on the shore watching Zillah with a mesmerized look on his young face. Zillah was absolutely beautiful, the epitome of grace and elegance as his slim body slowly descended into the dark water. The full moonlight was shining down on him, surrounding his smooth silhouette with a halo of pale, white light, and it left Nothing completely breathless as he took in the sight, savoring it and filing it into a secure place in his mind where he would keep it forever.

Zillah's long hair pooled over his shoulders and made Nothing want to slide his fingers through it in utter worship, and once more he felt the strong pull of their bond deep in his gut.

He didn't care that Zillah was a little bit out of his mind, that he was possessive and ill tempered and just a hint out of control on most occasions. In this moment Nothing knew just how much he loved him and that he couldn't imagine anyone else loving him back the way Zillah did. No matter what would happen, Nothing would follow Zillah all the way, and he would never ever regret one single moment of it.

"Of course I'm coming" he purred, slowly stripping out of his beloved pants that he had insisted in wearing only because he didn't like the way his balls stuck to the leather seat when he was working the pedals. As soon as he was naked he stepped into the cold water and uttered a startled yelp.

"Fuck, this is cold!" he complained, gathering his arms around his thin body to stay warm, but he didn't go back. Instead he followed Zillah into the cool lake, getting used to it as he went and looking forward to feel clean again. At least until Zillah could defile his body again in all the delicious ways he wanted to…

"So, are you gonna tell me now?" he asked as he got out to the same depth Zillah was standing at. "Or is it still secret?"

"Still a secret." Zillah graced his son with a mysterious, ambiguous smile, before he drew the shivering boy into his arms, and pulled him down into a kneeling position. "Here, let me help you with that."

Scooping a bit of the crystal clear water in his palm, Zillah let it fall onto Nothing's chest, the droplets glistening in the pale light as if they were hard diamonds.

"You're all dirty," Zillah whispered into Nothing's ear, before his smooth hands started to rub over Nothing's chest, smearing the blood, re-awakening it. Ah, Nothing so resembled a dark water nymph, living in the depths of the lake, luring forlorn wanderer into his arms to drag them down with him to his sea castle, dark hair softly swaying with the green algae in the icy water.

Tilting his head, Zillah bestowed special attention on the boy's nipples, cleaning them with deft fingers. A half bloody water droplet hung from one of them, stretching its heavy belly towards the disturbed, calmly splashing surface of the water, and Zillah thought it looked perfect.

Nothing shivered under Zillah's touch and his breath hitched from the excitement that rushed through him. Feeling Zillah's hands glide over him like that was better than any touch he had ever experienced in his young life, and it soothed him like nothing else could.

His dark eyes closed and his soft, plump lips parted in a silent sigh as blood rushed to his small nipples when Zillah started to pay special attention to them and they rose to meet his touch in excited invitation.

"Please, daddy" he whispered, completely swept away from the magic of this place, from the intimacy of Zillah's touch and the warm tendrils of worship that had woven itself into Nothing's soul. He let his palms slide up along Zillah's thighs, up to his hips where he rested them to steady himself and just feel his lover with is own hands, too. "I love you. Don't ever leave me behind, okay? I will do anything for you."

"My lovely boy," Zillah muttered, his hands resting for a moment to cup Nothing's high cheeks. "I won´t leave you behind. You are my son now, remember? I´m your daddy, I love you. And you are such a good boy... Most of the times." Zillah added that last sentence with a faintly amused smile, before he moved his head to place a soft, barely-there-kiss on Nothing's slightly parted lips. There was nothing sexual about it this time; it was a simple gesture of affection Zillah seldomly showed, simply because he was a selfish, uncaring creature by nature. But that had been before had had a son, and even though he did use and abuse Nothing on a regular basis for his own amusement, or simply to make his point that he was the alpha vampire in this ragtaged household, it was just who Zillah was. It did not mean that he did not have any feelings for Nothing, on the contrary. Zillah did love Nothing in his own, peculiar and twisted way, and this was why Nothing especially became a target to his father´s attacks; because Nothing had power over Zillah like no one else ever had.

"You did well today." Zillah let his hands drop, continuing his task of washing Nothing's smooth chest with a slightly bored expression. "I think you deserve a reward."

Nothings eyes lit up as a bright smile spread on his lips, because getting praise from Zillah was about as rare as winning the state lottery. He knew better than to comment on it though, because then Zillah would get all defensive and figure out something to divert Nothing's attention from it.

"A reward?" he asked instead, curiosity peaked and excitement making his heart beat faster. "What kind of reward?" He slid closer to Zillah's body, kissing his chest in a soft, chaste way just to feel his cool, smooth skin against his lips.

"Don´t be so impatient," Zillah mockingly scolded, rolling his eyes as his fingers found their way back down to a hard nub. Well, Nothing was clean enough now. They could get started. Abruptly standing, Zillah pulled his long hair back, delightfully shivering at the cold breeze that nipped on his wet skin, and waded through the water to the van. Once he was back he grabbed his clothes and quickly pulled them over his slender body, lit a new cigarette and inhaled the sweet, drugged smoke quickly, before handing it over to Nothing.

"Don´t dress yet. Lay down on the mattress for me and you will get your reward." He smirked, sharp teeth flashing in the darkness that didn't do much to their eyes, and turned around to make an inviting gesture inside the van.

Nothing felt a delicious rush of anticipation as he got into the van, taking a deep drag from the joint and feeling the drug rush through his system. He liked getting high like this, liked to spice things up. He took another drag before he passed the cigarette back and got down on the mattress like Zillah had requested.

He wasn't cold anymore despite the chilling bath, and he giggled excitedly as he stretched out on the filthy mattress, looking up at Zillah with a sultry expression on his pretty face.

"I'm all yours, daddy" he purred, stretching his arms up over his head, exposing himself in a very tempting, suggestive manner.

"Do with me as you please."

"I will."

Zillah sounded rather confident about that, as he got into the van, searching for something in a pile of rubbish that built up in one corner of the car. Between empty, rotten smelling bottles, candy wrapping papers and several belongings of former victims, Zillah eventually found what he had been searching for, and kept it hidden in his palm. Turning back to the mattress, Zillah crawled onto his eager, patiently waiting son to straddle his lap.

"It is long overdue that you get one."

Zillah poked with a pointy nail into Nothing's left, shivering nipple, that was still ringed with a few cold droplets of lake water. Green eyes shifted to dark, almost black ones for a moment, before Zillah finally summoned the needle in his hand and a lighter. Tilting his head, the vampire sparked the flame and held the silvery, sharp end over it. The yellow-blue fame greedily licked at the metal, sterilizing it, burning all herds of infection away. Zillah's own nipples had hardened around the rings in his soft flesh, bulging underneath his tight shirt. "Give me one of your earrings."

Nothing felt a shudder of anticipation run through his body when he saw Zillah sterilize the needle. He remembered the time he had his ears pierced by the help of a friend. It had stung but definitely been worth it.

He reached up and removed one of the loops penetrating his ear and held it ready, looking up at Zillah with his own eyes growing even darker, mirroring his father's excitement. He knew that it would hurt a hell of a lot more than having an earlobe pierced, but he didn't care. His eyes traveled down Zillah's torso and lingered at his pierced nipples, savoring the arousing sight of them and a sense of pride welled up inside him.

His young body reacted as well, raising the small pink bud in invitation as Zillah played with it and flicked it with his sharp nail. Nothing shivered again, smiling at his daddy in hardly concealed anticipation, feeling his body once more react positively to Zillah's mere presence by presenting him with a very proud arousal.

Zillah briefly considered offering Nothing another drag from the joint, to lessen the pain a bit, but then he decided that he wanted to see it on Nothing's face. Whether the excitement was from pain or pleasure, Zillah loved to see it on his son´s face. So instead he stuck the wet end of the self-made cigarette between his lips and snapped the lighter shut. The needle was glowing red in the darkness for a moment.

"Sit still now. You wouldn´t want me to accidently pierce your heart, hm?" Ah, Zillah would know how to avoid that, but even the knowledge that he could do it, that Nothing's life was in his hands gave him some twisted thrill. Leaning forward, Zillah's tongue darted out to like away the water droplet´s around the hard bud, to disinfect the rosy flesh with his spit. Lazily he let it flick over the flesh a few times, before placing a final, light kiss onto it and then withdrew. His pointy nails held it, pulling the nipple up a bit, and then, quickly, the warm needle bit through the flesh like through warm butter.

Sharp pain shot through Nothing's tender flesh, and for a brief moment the pain was painted on his face as he moaned softly and took it in. It hurt alright, hurt like a bitch, but oh god, it felt so good, too! He looked into Zillah's eyes as he winced, and a smile curled at the corners of his lips despite the throbbing he felt from his pierced nipple.

"You already pierced my heart" he whispered without breaking eye contact even for a second. The pain mingling with affection in his gaze was strong and unrelenting, and he reached up with his hand and softly caressed Zillah's hip. A single involuntary tear slid down from the corner of his black kohl smeared eye, painting his cheek with a wet trail down to his temple and disappearing into his black dyed hair.

Zillah rewarded the sweet words with just another smile, taking the time to brush away the black swirling tear that rolled from Nothing's eyes.

Then he focused back on his task.

Slowly, Zillah pulled the needle out through the hole he just had created, feeling the raw flesh cling to the metal. It did look hurtful, and Zillah's own nipple twitched in excitement as they remembered their own virginity being taken. A thin crimson pool filled the empty tunnel as the needle withdrew and trickled onto a white chest, but it was licked off before it could stain more of the young skin.

"Give me the ring."

Nothing reached up with a trembling hand and handed over the ring he had held there while Zillah pierced him. It hurt, but Zillah's warm tongue licking off the blood soothed him and made him close his eyes as he took in the sensations.

It didn't matter what Zillah chose to do to him. He didn't care if Zillah one day decided to kill him for the mere fun of it, as long as he got to stay until then. Going back was no option for him, and now that he knew exactly what he truly was, he felt a peace in his soul that had never been there before.

He was even proud of the possessive, often cruel games Zillah decided to play with him, because Nothing knew that it was a cover up for something Zillah would never allow himself to admit in any other way. Zillah didn't let his feelings be seen, but by marking Nothing like this, and by claiming him the way he did it was as obvious to Nothing as if Zillah had shouted it out loud. It was Zillah's way of declaring his love. Nothing knew it, Christian knew it, even Twig and Molochai never questioned it. Maybe, deep down, even Zillah himself knew it, too.

Nothing bit his lower lip and prepared for the sting the entering of the metal would bring, and he looked up at Zillah's face, smiling faintly and waiting patiently for Zillah to have his fun.

Zillah looked at the little silver crescent in his palm for a moment, before wrapping his fingers around it. Instead of pushing it through the wound in Nothing's nipple however, he reached for his own shirt to pull it over his head, leaving his chest bare. Then he fumbled with the ring in his own bud, easily pulling it out. With a faint smirk, he held the glittering item up for Nothing to see it, before lowering it again and quickly push it through the soft flesh. In a way it resembled a certain ritual that wasn´t supposed to be executed between father and son, but then again they had never cared much about conventions anyway.

In that night, their bond was sealed in an unholy marriage, a ritual that glued them together for eternity. With an inaudible click, Zillah closed the ring, letting his nail brush over it, before fixing Nothing's earring to his own chest.

"Till death do us apart." The father leaned down to capture the son´s lips in a kiss that concluded their bonding by the lake of Eden.

Nothing gave in to the kiss with a devotion so intense that no words could better convey just how much this meant to him. He clung to Zillah and buried his fingers in his beautiful hair, playing with the colored strands and enjoying the silky softness of it.

"Till death do us apart" he whispered back, sealing the pact forever when the kiss ended, and he smiled proudly as he once more met Zillah's eyes and let himself drown in them.

His entire body was aching for Zillah, yearned for him to complete their union in flesh as well as in spirit, and he reached up to pull Zillah to him and let his hands roam over his beautiful body. "Make love to me" he whispered, letting his hands slide down to firm buttocks and squeeze encouragingly. "Please, daddy."

"You´re insatiable, aren´t you?" Zillah chuckled, a low, deep sound that easily rolled off his throat. Underneath him, Nothing was hard, but so was Zillah. Grinding his hips a bit, Zillah let his lips wander over Nothing's throat, feeling the warmth pulsing underneath thin skin. He was wondering if he should grant Nothing's wish; it was very tempting of course, but also, Nothing had to learn some restraint. And who was better fitting to teach him that than Zillah, his father?

Besides, there was something else Zillah wanted. "I will make love to you, my dear... but first, you have to do something for me, all right?"

Nothing whimpered a little because he was so aroused it almost hurt, and his teenage hormones was raging in his bloodstream.

"Anything, daddy, I will do anything" the young boy panted, desperate in his need and aroused completely out of his mind. "Please, daddy, please, don't make me wait, please!" He didn't care how needy he sounded and he almost sobbed when that well known smile grazed Zillah's lips. "Please don't make me wait." But deep down Nothing knew that Zillah got a kick out of this, and that chances were he would have to wait for a long time.

"Well, the faster you drive, the earlier you might be relieved," Zillah all but purred, giving Nothing's freshly pierced nipple one last lick, before getting up from his position on the mattress, to crawl into the front seat. On the other side of the lake, barely noticeable, there were lights shining through the trees that could have been mistaken for frozen butterflies. It was a town however, and Zillah had just declared it their new destination.

tbc?

bonjourmeadow: Ah yes, I have almost finished Drawing Blood, but personally I like Lost Souls better. DB isn´t as much a page turner as LS is, but maybe you think differently? Let me know if you have read it! And how did your english teacher like the book? Was she bothered about the incest?

natzilla: Haha, yes, Barry´s your typical, cliché fat police man ;) I am impressed that you noticed our noble intentions, of course the corrupt police man has to die, what else did you expect from us *cough*

PyroRoxas: Vampiric brain porn is teh best! I hope you got some sleep in the meantime, 5 days without it sounds terrible! And you know, if it had been me opening that van I would have sit down as well, with a cold beer and enjoy the show :D

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