Deepest Shadows Pt6/? *warning-reference to physicall/mental abuse*
...Yet he found me. He bent down to my level and murmured in a tender voice,
“Bam, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he cooed. He seemed truly sincere. “Y-your going to leave m-me,” I stuttered pitifully. He took my hands from my face into his lap ,placing his own under my chin as he brought my sight to his.
Please, not those eyes, not again..
“I’m going for a few nights, four maybe five at the most,” he comforted “I’m being called away, it happens when you’ve lived as long as I. You too will go away, when you are old enough, my love ”
“Master, ”I sniffed regaining my composure somewhat “who is it that calls you away?”
Silence.
“My Master,” he swallowed eventually, voice trembling . A serious and disturbed air came about his angelic countenance.
I knew of his old Master, only stories mind you. Every vampires master and maker was usually cruel with the fledglings. Such was the way of the world. My Master was cruel to me, but he loved me deep down, that much I now realized. Master Ville had not been as lucky as I, he told me tales of his youth spent in the forests of his European homeland. All he told me seemed tainted by unhappiness and cruelty.
He had been the youngest of six fledglings and was his Masters ‘favourite’ if that’s the word you use to describe how he was treated by that creature. He had been taken in by his master as a boy younger than I when I first came to him, not far off fourteen years old-speaking no English at all, naturally. After he was old enough he was then turned. He had been abused and locked away to starve frequently. He told me that it was supposed to be a test of ‘endurance’. Pushed to the edge of destruction only to be brought back and have it start all over again was the Masters’ childhood. Master Ville confided in me what they had done to him, his Master had raped him on occasions and thrown him to the older fledglings to have it repeated . He had left here to my America when he was strong enough and was ready to take his own fledglings, only taking one, myself.
I didn’t press the matter, that was pain not worth revisiting for him. Old wounds can bleed just as badly as new ones, I think it was my mother that had told me that .
“Will you be safe by day?” I asked.
“Yes ,I’ve had plans made” he said slightly more sure of himself. I took his pale fingers into my hand, forgetting my own sadness. For some reason I thought maybe my god needed me for once.
“Do you want me there with you, Master?” I asked softly.
He took me into his arms and sighed deeply, toying with my brown curls musing to himself.
“No love,” he smiled melancholy “I know that he’d want you for himself. Knowing him. Your not going near any of them”
I nodded. He was afraid, I could hear it in his voice, afraid his Master would take me from him-or worse, that I might actually favour the monster over himself. We stayed like that for a few moments in a kind of comforting, understanding silence…before I broke the ice. He needed distraction.
“Hungry?”
“I’ve fed enough for the next few days ,have-” before I interjected.
“No,” I purred a smile creeping upon me, sliding my hand over his firm thigh seductively
“I meant, are you hungry”
-----<3
There we have it sweethearts ^_^ Hope that pleases the like, 3 people that read this (so far anyway,i have my ways hehe).
*hands out shiny stickers to commenters*
til next time!xxx
“Bam, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he cooed. He seemed truly sincere. “Y-your going to leave m-me,” I stuttered pitifully. He took my hands from my face into his lap ,placing his own under my chin as he brought my sight to his.
Please, not those eyes, not again..
“I’m going for a few nights, four maybe five at the most,” he comforted “I’m being called away, it happens when you’ve lived as long as I. You too will go away, when you are old enough, my love ”
“Master, ”I sniffed regaining my composure somewhat “who is it that calls you away?”
Silence.
“My Master,” he swallowed eventually, voice trembling . A serious and disturbed air came about his angelic countenance.
I knew of his old Master, only stories mind you. Every vampires master and maker was usually cruel with the fledglings. Such was the way of the world. My Master was cruel to me, but he loved me deep down, that much I now realized. Master Ville had not been as lucky as I, he told me tales of his youth spent in the forests of his European homeland. All he told me seemed tainted by unhappiness and cruelty.
He had been the youngest of six fledglings and was his Masters ‘favourite’ if that’s the word you use to describe how he was treated by that creature. He had been taken in by his master as a boy younger than I when I first came to him, not far off fourteen years old-speaking no English at all, naturally. After he was old enough he was then turned. He had been abused and locked away to starve frequently. He told me that it was supposed to be a test of ‘endurance’. Pushed to the edge of destruction only to be brought back and have it start all over again was the Masters’ childhood. Master Ville confided in me what they had done to him, his Master had raped him on occasions and thrown him to the older fledglings to have it repeated . He had left here to my America when he was strong enough and was ready to take his own fledglings, only taking one, myself.
I didn’t press the matter, that was pain not worth revisiting for him. Old wounds can bleed just as badly as new ones, I think it was my mother that had told me that .
“Will you be safe by day?” I asked.
“Yes ,I’ve had plans made” he said slightly more sure of himself. I took his pale fingers into my hand, forgetting my own sadness. For some reason I thought maybe my god needed me for once.
“Do you want me there with you, Master?” I asked softly.
He took me into his arms and sighed deeply, toying with my brown curls musing to himself.
“No love,” he smiled melancholy “I know that he’d want you for himself. Knowing him. Your not going near any of them”
I nodded. He was afraid, I could hear it in his voice, afraid his Master would take me from him-or worse, that I might actually favour the monster over himself. We stayed like that for a few moments in a kind of comforting, understanding silence…before I broke the ice. He needed distraction.
“Hungry?”
“I’ve fed enough for the next few days ,have-” before I interjected.
“No,” I purred a smile creeping upon me, sliding my hand over his firm thigh seductively
“I meant, are you hungry”
-----<3
There we have it sweethearts ^_^ Hope that pleases the like, 3 people that read this (so far anyway,i have my ways hehe).
*hands out shiny stickers to commenters*
til next time!xxx