Friday, January 16, 2015

51 - ‘Come gentle night…’

The room Kemp entered was vacant except for two terrified young women huddled together in one corner. They were gagged, their wrists and ankles bound with thick rope.

And yet, like Trevor, Kemp sensed the presence of Khalid. He pressed his back to the door as he tried to locate him. A soft noise drew his attention back to the girls and as he watched Owen materialized in front of them.

The young vampyre barely turned his head when Kemp gasped out his name, but it was enough for Kemp to see the dark insanity in his eyes before he looked back at the girls. Owen grabbing one, pulling her up to hold her against his chest with one arm as his fangs lengthened. With his free hand he yanked her head back by her long blonde hair to expose her throat.

“No Owen,” Kemp shouted as he started towards him.

Something seized his arm with brutal force and a deep, resonate voice seemed to fill the room with its malevolence. “Well now, look what I’ve caught. The bait to draw my enemies to me.”

Ignoring the invisible Khalid, Kemp focused all his attention on Owen. “You don’t have to do this, love,” he said, his voice filled with pleading. “Let her go. You’re better than this.” He stretched out his hand. “Come with me.”

Owen turned slowly, the woman still held firmly in his grasp. Crazed, feral eyes stared at Kemp before he bent his head, plunging his fangs into the girl’s throat.

“No!” Kemp struggled to free himself from Khalid’s grip.

“Oh yes,” the older vampyre said as he too materialized. “You’re too late, young dhampir. He is mine, body and soul. Once he is sated he will kneel before me to worship of that which he desires.” Khalid twisted Kemp around, all the while stroking the enormous bulge under his tight leather pants.

“How stereotypical,” Kemp sneered even as he heart began beating faster with fear and loathing.

Khalid looked down at him, an evil grin twisting his lips up. “You have gumption and a certain fire about you. I shall enjoy destroying that part of you before I turn you over to your father. Unless of course he wishes to show himself now, in which case your death will be quick and painless. His however won’t be.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My father is at his home in Europe. He has no idea what I’m doing, or why.”

“Oh really now?” Khalid’s dark eyebrows arched up in amusement. “Well someone accompanied you here, I can feel them. Owen’s Sire perhaps? I’m sure he’ll be willing to take my message to Rian, along with a bit of you as proof that I have you. Now lets see, what would make him come and quickly? One of these?” His sharp claws bit into one of Kemp’s fingers before he shook his head. “Too, as you put it, stereotypical. Perhaps…” His hand slid down to Kemp’s groin.

“Fuck you,” Kemp growled as he carefully moved his free hand to the waistband of his jeans while Khalid’s concentration was focused on stroking his cock.

“Oh no,” Khalid laughed. “I’m going to fuck you, and then Owen will, and then…well you get the picture.”

“Not in this lifetime.” Kemp slashed the silver blade of his knife across the hand that held him, twisting away as Khalid shouted in pain. Knowing he probably had only moments before Khalid came after him, Kemp raced to Owen’s side.

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