Kidnapped by a Vampire - 9. Chapter 9

"No, please no…" Ludwig wept as he held the bleeding body of his partner in his arms. The red-haired human was surprisingly still alive, though with how much blood he was losing from the cuts and the glass shards that were embedded into his flesh, it was only a matter of minutes before he would be taking his last breath.

"Oh darling, don't cry like that. I'm sure we can find you another human plaything. Maybe this time one with better manners?" Julius argued as he slowly approached the younger vampire, who's miserable expression and teary eyes made him almost feel sorry for what he had done.

"He is not a plaything! He is my husband, you goddamn monster!" Ludwig snapped back and pulled Caden even closer.

Never had the blond seen his beloved this upset with him, not even when he had strangled him to death had he looked at him with so much hatred in his dark blue eyes. Why is he so attracted to this human? What does he have that I don't?!

"But you don't need him! I'm here now! We can be together like we used to be!" Julius tried to tell his beloved, but all he got in response was a deadly glare, before the dark-haired vampire turned his attention back towards the dying man in his arms. "Please love, stay with me. Please don't leave me behind, I can't live without you." Ludwig pleaded with the redhead, who could barely even keep his eyes open. With trembling hands he then gently caressed the human's cheek and kissed his forehead.

The blond vampire desperately wanted to deny what he was seeing, but he just couldn't. Because no matter how much he tried to tell himself that this was just an insignificant human and that his lover would get over its death in no time, his cold, unbeating heart just couldn't be convinced. "You really, truly love him, don't you?" He asked, his voice not more than a breathless whisper.

"Of course I do! He means everything to me!" Ludwig yelled, shattering any hope the older vampire had about them ever being together again.

Sam watched the different emotions that washed over the small vampire's face in awe until it finally settled on a cold, emotionless mask that made it impossible to predict what the bastard might do next.

The young man, who hadn't dared to get up from the floor, almost expected the blond to finally lose it entirely and rip them all to pieces, considering the well-deserved rejection he had just gotten. But, to his surprise, he just told the other vampire to give Caden his blood. "If he dies with it flowing through his body, he might come back." He stated, prompting the dark-haired vampire to ask what he meant by 'might'.

"Out of a hundred humans, only a handful are able to be turned, the rest just stay dead." Julius coldly explained, as he walked past the two men that were sitting amongst the shattered pieces of the terrace door. Only for a brief moment did the blond stop in his tracks to look over his shoulder at Sam before he suddenly disappeared into the night.

"If he doesn't come back, I will kill you!" Ludwig screamed after his former lover and then hurried to give his husband his blood. Without hesitation he bit his own wrist, his fangs easily piercing through the skin, and then pressed it against Caden’s pale lips, hoping that it would actually work and that his beloved wouldn't hate him for condemning him to become a creature of the night. Please god… please don't take him from me.

"Hey, I'm uhm…." The young man mumbled as he slowly inched his way closer to the dark-haired vampire. Even though he hadn't been the one that had hurt the redhead he still felt partly at fault for what happened, therefore he wanted to apologize, but the older being wouldn't have any of it.

"Leave." He growled, making the human back up a bit.

"But I…"

"I said LEAVE!"

Panicked, Sam sprinted past the man on to the terrace and then down the stairs that led to the beach right in front of the large house. He had already seen what the blond vampire was capable of when angered, though he didn't want to stick around to find out what the dark-haired one was capable of when completely driven to his limits. He ran as far as he could down the beach, not caring one bit for his still-bleeding nose or the salty water that was soaking into his shoes, when he suddenly stumbled over something, or rather, someone.