Kidnapped by a Vampire - 8. Chapter 8

"Are you not happy to see me?" Julius questioned, while leaning against the frame of the terrace door and looking at the horrified face of his old lover and his new pet. The blond had expected that the young man wouldn't be overly enthusiastic upon seeing him again, but Ludwig? No. He definitely hadn't expected this reaction from him. Maybe he still hasn't forgotten what had happened? The older vampire speculated when his pet suddenly spoke up.

"Why…why are you here?" Sam stammered, his body shaking from the fear over what the little monster would do now that he had found out he was conspiring with another vampire against him. The blond tilted his head, his cold blue eyes fixated on the young man's throat.

"I wanted to have dinner before meeting my dear Ludwig again but considering he is already here with you, I guess we could just share you, and celebrate our reunion by draining you and that disgusting redheaded whore." The small vampire said in his oh so sickly sweet sing sung voice and, in the blink of an eye, was suddenly right beside Sam. The young man's first instinct was to run. But before he could even attempt it, the sadistic bastard had already grabbed him by the neck and thrown him face-forward onto the floor.

"Come on, love, don't be shy. I brought him here to be my food, but because it's you, I have no problem with sharing him with you." Julius tried to coax the younger vampire, hoping that his hunger for blood would be enough to forget about their little fight over a thousand years ago.
But to his dismay, he was still just looking at him in horror, all while attempting to shield the red-haired human slut behind him.

"How is this possible? You should be dead!" Ludwig finally managed to say, his mind barely able to grasp the fact that his former lover, who he had thought dead for hundreds of years by now, was suddenly right there in his living room. The angelic young teen he had once loved so dearly smiled at him, showing his needle-like fangs, before sitting down on the poor human's back and grabbing a fist full of his pastel green colored hair.

"Well… I'm dead, just like you, my love." Julius chuckled, using the whimpering and desperate pleas for mercy of his human to keep his mind from slipping into the dark memory of the night that Ludwig had in a drunken stupor told him, that they should end their relationship and he in turn had choked him to death in a fit of rage. "You… were cursed too?" The former king suddenly asked, making Julius realize that the man had most likely no clue how he had even become what he now was.

"Cursed?! Oh dear, no." The blond shook his head, finding Ludwig's religiousness adorable but also a bit silly. He gave the head of his human one last push, making his nose slam into the mahogany floor and break with an awful crunching noise, before standing up and walking towards his very confused looking disciple. "It was my blood that turned you into this. I'm your eternal master." He calmly explained and reached out his arms to show the younger vampire that he meant no harm and that he wanted to be there for him. But, to his disappointment, Ludwig recoiled from his gesture, almost as if he feared that even the slightest touch between them would set him ablaze. With a look of sheer horror on his face, he tumbled backwards, leaving the defenseless redhead standing right between them.

With gleaming anger in his eyes, Caden stared down at the tiny, child-like monster that was tormenting his husband. He still didn't really understand what the hell was going on or how all the pieces fit together, but he frankly didn't care much in that moment. All he wanted was for the hoe to leave them the fuck alone. "Listen here you little bitch, I don't give a fuck who you are or what your guys past is, so get the hell out off my house!" The second the words had left Caden’s mouth the blond vampire lunged at him.

In horror, Sam watched how the blond monster grabbed the redhead by the throat and lifted him off his feet, just to then throw him across the room against the terrace doors, shattering the glass.