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Chapter 20: Dinner With a Surprise
Nephylim commented on Andrew Q Gordon's story chapter in Chapter 20: Dinner With a Surprise
I suppose I need to review the whole story now as all the chapter ones have disappeared. This is a very 'real' story. You have made the characters believable and very rounded so that we care what happens to them. The story has unfolded smoothly and naturally and there are one or two scenes that totally stick in the mind. My favourite is the date in the restaurant. This new chapter is delightful and I could have been 'there' -
Thank you for reviewing. I hope the confusion was cleared up at the end. If not, let me know what particularly confused you and I can edit the story to make it clearer. I'm glad you feel my stories are exciting, that's what they're meant to be. Who wants to read a story that's boring
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“Where are we going?” “To the summerhouse.” “Summerhouse? Why?” “You’ll see when we get there.” “You’re being very mysterious.” He links his arm with mine and rests his head on my shoulder as we walk. I shake my arm free and wrap it around him, pulling him close to me. It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining, on its way down and there is a cool breeze that ruffles our hair like the fingers of a lover. However, as soon as we step within the maze a chill falls on us, enough to mak
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It really doesn’t get better than this. I have Bridge cuddled in to my side with Sacha lying on my other side ticking my chest and Star, glorious Star propped up on the other side of Bridge toying with his hair while his eyes... ravish me. I find myself drowsing, time slows down and the moment feels eternal. “See? I told you if you just relaxed a little life could be good.” “What the...?” “Sssh. I’m not really here and you know it. I’m getting ready to go but I need you to do one more thin
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Star is my soul, my saviour, to think of him; battered and sick, abandoned and alone makes me shiver. I think of Sam and Alex and how the streets had ground them down and the thought of Star living like that makes me sick to my stomach. I want to take him in my arms and hold him. I want to make the pain go away, I want to make everything right. But he still hasn’t finished. He still needs to get it out. “I made it on my own for over a year begging and then busking, but it all got too hard
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As soon as we get through the door of his apartment he throws himself into my arms again, kissing me desperately. “Star, wait, wait. I want... I want to tell you something, something I need you to know.” He raises his head and looks at me, the hunger flaring in his eyes, burning red. “What?” “I... I can’t change who I am, what I am. I have to feed and sex is as much as part of it as the blood itself. I have to drink from many boys because if I take only one I would kill h
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Taking a deep breath they both follow me the rest of the way. I find that Chancey has returned. He’s in the kitchen. He looks up when we enter and glares at me. “Remind me never to leave the grounds again.” “Was Mario that much of a handful?” “Mario was exactly what he said he would be. He taught me the herbs to look for and left me to gather them while he went to get some stuff. He came back with a big bag and then we came home. We were only gone a couple of hours. It’s you th
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I go back to my house, it’s easier that way, and step out again in a place on the outskirts of London. I walk across the bridge to the edge of an abandoned industrial estate with dilapidated warehouses watching the world darkly through smashed windows, and a rubble filled courtyard. A few straggly dogs sniff amongst the rubble and run yelping from my scent. I sense humans close. This is a place where I know the hopeless gather... the homeless, the drug addicts, the abused: perfect for my p
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It is a glorious day and for once I appreciate it. The sun is warm on my face and I tilt it upwards to get the most of the rays. My skin tans well but I still have to be careful of burning. I am not attractive when my nose peels. It is a pleasant walk through my grounds to the front gate. Until it opens all that it is possible to see through it is a swirling white mist. You have to know what to type into the panel at the side and you also have to be recognised by the DNA scanner before i
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Serif is like a volcano. He is lying quietly on the bed but as soon as I open the door I feel the barely contained energy. It hits me like a wall. He is frenetic. When he hears me enter his eyes fly up to mine and there is a maelstrom behind them. “Easy now, Serif you look as if you are about to explode.” “You know how much I hate this.” He growls. I do. He hates anything that has him confined. He reacts to it with violence, either physically or mentally. “What is there to hate
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I wake early with Bridge in my arms. He has been asleep since dinner. When I came back Star was lying beside him, stroking his hair with a thoughtful frown on his face. When I entered the bedroom he stared at me for a long moment and then simply got up and walked out. Sacha stayed with him last night and I am bursting to know how it went. Bridge stirs as I stretch and reaches for me sleepily. I brush the hair out of his face and leave my hand resting against his cheek. He feels cool and so
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The bath has been drawn in expectation of our requirements and we all sink gratefully into the hot water, allowing the stickiness of our previous lovemaking to soak from our bodies. The bath is big enough for Bridge to float on his back looking up at the ceiling. “It looks like the sky.” He says dreamily as if he is still half asleep. “What looks like the sky?” I am busy rubbing soap into Sacha’s body and hadn’t been paying any attention to what Bridge was doing. I have to smile when
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The tower room has already changed. It is still red and dim, the candles are still there, and the incense. But it no longer smells of blood. Some of the windows are thrown open and fresh air sweeps through making it smell clean and fresh. There is a hint of lilac from the trees beneath. The bed is mounded with pillows and cushions in black and red silks and velvet. There are silver trays sitting on the cupboards bearing delicate long stemmed glasses and blood red wine in cut glass decanter
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Moments after I lose control and release into him Taz goes completely limp, his legs falling away from me so that for an instant before the full realisation hits I am confused. When I realise what I have done I withdraw from him and grip his thighs helplessly, willing him to somehow be immune to what I have done to him. And then he makes a strange choking noise and his head slams back with such force that I am surprised he didn’t break his neck. His body is thrown into violent convulsions t
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He stares at me for a moment, his eyes scared and his body stiff. He couldn’t speak now if he wanted to: he is too scared, too tense. I brush his hair away from his face and gently lay my finger tips against his throat. He relaxes and sighs, closing his eyes. He knows what I have done. “You still don’t have to tell me.” After a few minutes he opens his eyes and stares at me thoughtfully, relaxed now, calm. Snuggling back in my arms, hiding his face he speaks almost dreamily. “My life was..
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To sleep in the arms of one you love. What joy is that! I look down at Sacha’s sleeping face and cannot help but smile. The joy shines from him and reflects in my own heart. I cannot say that I love him. I cannot say that I ever will. Perhaps it will come. Perhaps we will, all three of us come to share love in this way. Hel knows my bed is big enough for three. It has never seemed so big as now when I realise how empty it has been. I think of Chancey and Ara, asleep in each other’s arms. I
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I still need to feed and I don’t want to do it with Sacha tonight. I have something quite different planned. I ponder. I linger in the sitting room until Chancey bustles through on his way to gather provisions and prepare sleeping quarters for the boys. He is startled to see me still here. “My Lord.” He stutters caught by surprise, something that is unusual for him. “I wish to taste a boy, one I have not named yet. I tasted him on the day I brought Aqua.” “Yes. Ara.”
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It is early to hunt but I am hungry and, to be honest, the hunt has lost much of its appeal for me. I am glad that it is likely to be the last time and want it to be over as quickly as possible. I find myself wandering along the bank of a river and I choose to sit at a pavement cafe which overlooks the water, for a light lunch. One of the waiters catches my eye. He is very dark and I would not be surprised if he had Spanish blood. He smiles at me with teeth that are very white, contr
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I dress and leave the room closing the door softly behind me. Sacha, Chancey’s second in command is waiting tensely in the living room. He rises to meet me. “Daniel and Pen...?” “Are sleeping. Do not disturb them. They will sleep for some time.” “Are they...?” “They are sleeping Sacha, there is no need for you to clean up, they will be fine. Let them sleep.” “Yes, My Lord.” He looks relieved and on a whim, as he bows and turns away I take him into my arms from
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The outside air is cool and fragrant. The garden of my home is second to none. I have kept it this way for almost a thousand years. The terraces remind me of... somewhere else. I follow the laid out paths to the maze and then wander through its spirals. No one walks the maze but me because it leads to somewhere else. At the center there is a summerhouse. It is round and domed and faced with white marble. All around there are tinted glass windows and inside it is part greenhouse and part lo
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When he woke he was here, in my home, and now he is sitting on a cushion at my feet leaning back against my leg. He’s been here all night, not on the cushion but here, in my house. I got Chancey to clean him up when we got home. Chancey is my housekeeper. He’s been with me a long time. He is beautiful too, in his own way. Once he sat on the cushion but he was far too useful to be a pet for long. And now he runs the house completely, keeps my stable, takes care of the staff. He is invaluable, no
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The boy is beautiful. Of course he is. If he wasn't he wouldn’t be here. I always choose beautiful boys. I am like a connoisseur of fine wine, and there are many similarities I find; full body, sharp flavour and great head. I always pick the very best I can find and I have not found one like this in a long time. Perhaps I have been looking in the wrong places. I have spent too much time in high class restaurants and on ‘the circuit’. Aristocratic blood may not be blue but it is rich; too r
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He's a vampire, in one sense. He's a killer sometimes. He loves a woman but only has sex with men well boys; his boys. Then he went hunting for a toy, a new addition to his stable (an old word from 'old country' HA Old??? it was also called a Harem, or worse). He was looking for a pet but found love at the time but... Then there was the drama with Bridge and he realised he was in love and that's when it all went to Hel. It started with a failed whore and ended with a war
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The first thing I see when I open my eyes is Annie’s face. It is as beautiful as ever, as dear to me as anything on earth. Her eyes are wide, shocked, terrified. I could stare into her eyes forever but there is something else I need to do, someone else.... someone.... I let my eyes slide past Annie and I turn my head so that I can search the faces that surround me until I find it, until my eyes rest on the calm grey eyes, now sparkling with tears and I smile. Shaun looks as stunned as Anni
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From the moment they set foot in the hospital Lily had known they were making a mistake. Daniel was in no condition to fight them and Shaun had seemed content to go along with everything and so she allowed herself to go along with it but the feeling of wrongness continued, it permeated her and everything that happened seemed out of step and horribly, painfully wrong. Sitting with Daniel and watching him sleep she had felt..... overwhelmingly and absolutely that whatever was happening was
