Carmine’s eyes grew heavy as he watched the colors of red and gold dance in front of him. “Carmen, my pet, are you enjoying the dancers?” He felt a hand touch the top of his head and travel down his neck and he leaned farther into the leg he as leaning against.
“Yes Mistress Amelia,” was his reply as she continued to pet him. He was still a fledging. He had been a vampire for only a moons cycle. “Can I have one Mistress?” He clung to her leg as one caught his eye. The young man was barley in his teens and was of fair skin and dark eyes and hair. “May I have that one?” He asked again pointing out the human of his liking.
“You want that one, my pet?” The woman asked. Carmine nodded never letting his eyes leave the boy. “If you wish.” The woman raised her hand and the music stopped as did the dancers. “You, come here,” she ordered in a stern voice. Her fangs flashed and the boy immediately cowered. Instead of moving forward he stepped back and tried to hide behind an older female dancer. “Come HERE!” She ordered once again. Carmine smiled as the boy screamed as he was dragged forward, and thrown at their feet on the bottom step of the dais. Carmine sat up on his own and held his hand out to the cowering boy. Amelia looked down at the two and grinned. “Carmen this is the one you wish for, yes? Take him to your room if you wish to play.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Carmine grinned as well and pulled the cowering boy to his feet and towards the door.
“Carmen. This is your test. You realize this correct,” she asked as they left.
“Yes mistress. We shall see at the next moon rise.” With a last bow to his “mother” he led the boy to his chambers. His bed room was decorated in black and purples unlike his mistress favorite colors of red and gold which the boy was still clad in. Carmine looked at him in distaste. “Change,” he ordered, closing the heavy iron doors.
The boy stood in the middle of the room holding himself as tears ran down his face. He knew of vampires and feared for his life. He had seen what had happened to his parents as they were fed upon, and feared his was the same fate. “CHANGE!” the creature before him shouted again. He jumped and looked around for something to change into. The only thing was a pair of wrap pants that were folded over the back of a chair. Heading for the garment he watched his new captor’s eyes fallow his every move.
Carmine did indeed watch as his new toy undressed, reveling inch by inch of his milky skin, and put on his own pants. The dark flowing cloth made an excellent contrast to the pale skin underneath. “Burn the old clothes,” Carmine ordered, and watched as the boy did as he was told. “You learn quick don’t you?” he asked. He had yet to hear the boy speak, besides his screaming earlier. “What is your name?” he asked hoping to hear the song of the angel that stood by the fire. Still the boy just stared at him. “I ASKED FOR YOUR NAME, SLAVE!” he spewed. He was getting tired of games, he would get what he wanted if he had to rip it form the boys throat.
He jumped once again as his title was thrown at him. “Yuri,” he answered in a meek voice. “My name is Yuri, Master.” He watched as the vampire seemed to float across the room to the armware and pull a pair of matching pants form one of the draws. The only difference was that his were black compared to his masters deep purple. The silk of his garments didn’t offer much cover and he wished that the man hadn’t made him change. He was shaken from his thoughts as the taller man lay down on his bed and pushed a bowl of fruit towards the edge. “You look hungry. Are you, Yuri?” Yuri nodded once in reply. He could tell the offered meal was for him, and it was ripe too. His mouth started to water just thinking about the sweet taste. “You may have danced for the mistress, but you’ll have to earn this from me now.” The cruel man said, teasing him. “Dance, dance for me the way you did in the main hall for everyone else,” he ordered and Yuri obeyed. He kept beat in his head and hummed his own music. He swayed and dipped his way closer to the man on the bed forgetting about the danger that was in his mouth.
Carmine watched as Yuri did what he was told and wandered closer in the process. When the boy was in arms reach Carmine took his chance and pulled him to the bed and under him. The beating of the teen’s heart flooded his ears and he leaned down to smell the neck that was exposed. “I think you earned your treat,” he said grabbing a nectarine and holding it for Yuri to take a bite. He watched as the fruit was chewed and swallowed before licking the atoms apple as it moved when the boy swallowed. He also heard the moan caused by his action. “Do you crave me as I crave you?” he asked as he repeated the motion. Carmine was loosing control. He needed to speed things up. “Savor that. It’s the last one you’ll ever eat.” Carmine whispered as he covered the smaller body with his own, pinning it place as it started to panic and squirm.
Yuri couldn’t move his master was too big and he too small. With the fruit being held to his mouth he couldn’t scream when he felt teeth at his neck he pushed the creature’s shoulders way harder as tears an down his face. Oh god in heaven Help me. I beg of you don’t let this devil kill me. He heard and felt the man above him laughting. “The only gods you’ll know are me and Misterss Amilea now boy.” As the necterneen was pulled from his mouth he gasped and cried out, though it would do him no good. His hands were pulled roughly from the shoulders he cluched and beat, and pulled above his head.
“No. Please Master no. I don’t wish to die. Please no.” Yuri pleaded. He had watched his family die and now he was to endur the same fate. ...To be continued...

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