The Kiss of the Vampire - 2. Chapter 2

Kiss of the Vampire
The Hunt
The grand mansion, once a symbol of opulence and grandeur, had now fallen into a state of disrepair. The high walls were cracked and crumbling, ivy creeping up their sides, reclaiming the stonework. The tall windows, which had once gleamed with the light of a thousand candles, were now dust-covered and broken in places, allowing the cold night air to seep inside.

Inside the mansion, the grandeur was a mere shadow of its former self. The frescoes on the walls had faded and chipped, telling stories that were now only partially visible. The intricate mosaics on the floors were cracked, some sections missing entirely, revealing the bare stone beneath. Cobwebs hung from the high ceilings, and the air was thick with the musty scent of decay.

Despite the mansion's sorry state, Vladimir moved through it with a sense of purpose. He led Thomas through the grand hallways, past the relics of a forgotten era, and down a hidden staircase. The passage was narrow and steep, descending deep into the darkness. The air grew colder and damper the further they went, the only sound the echo of their footsteps against the stone.

At the end of the passage, Vladimir pushed open a heavy wooden door, revealing a cavern deep beneath the mansion. The cavern was vast and dimly lit by a few torches mounted on the walls. In the center of the cavern stood a large chest, old and heavy, with ornate carvings on its surface.

Vladimir walked to the chest and opened it, revealing its contents to Thomas. The chest was filled with gold coins, gleaming in the torchlight. The sight of the treasure took Thomas's breath away. "This is where I keep my wealth," Vladimir said, his voice echoing through the cavern. "We may need it in our new life."

Thomas could only nod in awe as he gazed at the glittering coins. This treasure, hidden away in the depths of the old mansion, was a testament to the wealth and power that Vladimir possessed. And now, it was theirs to take with them as they embarked on their new journey.

Vladimir showed Thomas that in one corner of the cavern was a narrow tunnel, barely visible in the dim light. This tunnel led to a secret coffin room, accessible only to vampires. It was a hidden sanctuary, known to few and designed to be imperceptible to any mortal eye.

The tunnel twisted and turned, its walls smooth and cold to the touch, carved meticulously out of the solid rock. After a few minutes of walking through the eerie silence, they emerged into the hidden coffin room. Thomas gasped at the sight before him.

The space was beautiful and otherworldly. The floors were made of polished marble, their surface gleaming even in the low light. The marble was a deep, rich green, veined with streaks of gold, giving the room an aura of elegance and ancient splendor.

In the center of the room stood three stone pedestals, each one supporting a magnificent coffin. The coffins were intricately carved with symbols and designs that told stories of ages past. Each coffin was unique, reflecting the personality and status of its occupant. The stone pedestals themselves were masterpieces, adorned with carvings of mythical creatures and scenes of battles and triumphs.

The air in the room was cool and still, and Thomas could feel the weight of centuries bearing down upon him. This was a place of refuge and power, a sanctuary where Vladimir and his kind could rest undisturbed. Vladimir walked over to one of the coffins and gently ran his hand over the carved lid. "This is where we rest," he said softly, his voice filled with reverence. "This is our sanctuary."

Thomas felt a deep sense of awe and belonging. Here, in this hidden room, he understood the true depth of Vladimir's world—a world of mystery, beauty, and eternal night. And he knew that as long as he was with Vladimir, this would be his world too.

Vladimir said, “There is enough room in my coffin so that both of us can sleep together.” With that, he kissed his lover and made sure that Thomas would be comfortable sleeping with him. Vladimir climbed into his coffin and smiled at Thomas, inviting him to join. Thomas carefully got in, positioning himself on top of Vladimir, feeling the coolness of his lover's body against his own. They shared a tender, lingering kiss, filled with unspoken promises.

As they closed the coffin lid, darkness enveloped them, creating a private sanctuary where they could rest undisturbed. The silence of the hidden chamber was profound, yet comforting, as they lay together, their hearts synchronized in an eternal beat. In the quiet stillness, the bond between them grew stronger, a testament to their undying love and the life they had chosen to share.
Thomas felt a sense of peace wash over him. In this secret space, he knew he was safe and cherished. With Vladimir by his side, the world outside no longer seemed so menacing. They would face whatever challenges came their way, united in their love and strengthened by their shared existence.

As they drifted into a deep, restful slumber, Thomas realized that his life had forever changed. He had found a place where he belonged, and together, they would embrace the night, finding beauty and solace in the darkness.

They slept well that day. As evening approached, the mansion’s halls echoed with the gentle rustle of nocturnal creatures stirring.

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As Vladimir fell asleep, he started to dream he was lying in his room in Rome. He knew that he was special to the master, since he had his own room, and Vladimir was never beaten or treated badly. He was fed well so he never wanted anything. One strange thing was that something had come to pass, and he never saw Marcus during the day.

The room itself was a haven—a sanctuary filled with opulent furnishings and delicate tapestries that spoke of a time long past. The marble floors, cool to the touch, reflected the flickering light of countless candles that adorned the room. An intricately carved mahogany bed stood in the center, draped with velvet curtains that offered privacy and comfort.

Every evening, as dusk settled over the city, Vladimir would hear the faint rustle of robes and the soft tread of footsteps echoing through the grand corridors of the villa. He knew it was Marcus. The Roman centurion carried an aura of authority and mystery, his presence both commanding and comforting. Vladimir always felt a strange blend of anticipation and calm when Marcus entered the room, bearing gifts and tales of the world beyond.

Their conversations were a blend of wisdom and wonder. Marcus would recount his adventures from distant lands—stories of battles fought and won, of empires rising and falling, and of the eternal pursuit of knowledge and power. Vladimir, enthralled by these tales, would listen intently, his imagination soaring with each word. The bond between master and servant grew stronger with each passing night, built on mutual respect and a shared quest for meaning.

Yet, there was a peculiar routine that had settled into their lives. Marcus was never seen during the day. The villa, bustling with life in the daylight, seemed to pause and hold its breath in his absence. It was as if the very essence of Marcus belonged to the night. This enigma lingered in Vladimir's mind, but his trust in Marcus remained unshaken.

One night, however, everything changed. Marcus entered the room with a solemn expression, his eyes dark and intense. He approached Vladimir with an unusual sense of urgency, his movements deliberate and measured. Without a word, Marcus took Vladimir in his arms, holding him close. The moment was charged with an unspoken intensity, a blend of fear and fascination.
Then, with a swift and precise motion, Marcus sank his teeth into Vladimir's neck. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a paradox of agony and ecstasy. Vladimir felt his blood being drawn, his life force ebbing away. His vision blurred, and the room seemed to spin around him. Just as he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, Marcus tore at his own wrist, forcing it to Vladimir's lips.

"Drink," Marcus whispered, his voice a mix of command and compassion. "You must drink if you are to live."

With his remaining strength, Vladimir obeyed. The taste of Marcus's blood was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a potent blend of ancient power and a thousand lifetimes. As the blood coursed through his veins, Vladimir felt a transformation taking place. His senses heightened, his strength surged, and a profound connection to Marcus solidified within him.

As the night faded and the first light of dawn approached, Vladimir awoke to a new reality. He was no longer just a servant; he had become something more—a part of the eternal night, bound to Marcus by blood and destiny. The mysteries of the past began to unravel, and a new journey awaited them both, fraught with challenges and discoveries that would shape their future.

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“Thomas, I am going to teach you how to control humans and use them as tools to carry out our will,” Vladimir said with a sly smile, his voice dripping with the promise of power. He leaned in and kissed Thomas, feeling that he could never kiss Thomas enough. With a sigh of contentment, he added, “So first, we need to find just the right human to act as our agent. You're going to love this!”

They dressed in their finest clothes, donning top hats and carrying elegant walking sticks. The click of their polished shoes resonated through the grand corridors as they left the mansion and stepped onto the cobblestone streets.
"Look," Vladimir said, pointing to a well-dressed man walking towards them. "A perfect choice."

With confidence, Vladimir approached the man. “Sir, may I have a word?”

The man looked at him, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “How may I assist you?”

Vladimir met his gaze, and with a subtle, hypnotic intensity, began to mesmerize him. The man’s will melted away, his mind bending to Vladimir’s command. “You are working for us now. You will be well compensated for your efforts. Tomorrow, you will bring a contractor to this mansion by 7 pm. If they ask questions, tell them that is the only time I am able to meet with them. What is your name?”

The man replied, “My name is Ion Ionescu. It will be my greatest pleasure to serve you.”

And with that, the man walked off. “And we need to feed,” Vladimir remarked, his voice a low, seductive whisper. They walked down the street until they came to a busy club, the thumping bass echoing through the night air. It was just what they were looking for—it was all men.

A man was standing outside the club, smoking a cigarette. He smiled at Vladimir and Thomas. “I haven't seen you two here before.”
Vladimir returned the smile, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. “Just passing through, looking for a good time.”
The man took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that lingered in the cool air. “You’ve come to the right place. Name’s Stefan. What brings you out tonight?”

Thomas, still adjusting to his newfound nature, felt a surge of hunger as he watched the blood pulsing beneath Stefan’s skin. “Just exploring the city, meeting new people,” he replied, his voice laced with a predatory undertone.

Vladimir stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Stefan’s. “We’re looking for someone to show us around. Someone who knows the best places.”

Stefan laughed, flicking the cigarette butt away. “I can certainly help with that. Why don’t you come inside? I’ll get us some drinks.”
The trio entered the club, the pulsating lights casting shadows that danced across their faces. The heavy beats of the music seemed to sync with Thomas’s racing heart. They found a corner booth where they could observe the crowd and plan their next move.

Vladimir leaned in, speaking softly into Stefan’s ear, his words dripping with allure. “Stefan, you’ve been so kind. We’d like to repay you… in a way you’ve never experienced before.”

Stefan’s eyes widened, caught between intrigue and the pull of Vladimir’s mesmerizing voice. “What do you have in mind?”
Vladimir smiled; a flash of fangs barely visible in the dim light. “Let’s step outside where it’s quieter. We wouldn’t want to disturb the revelry.”

Once outside, in the shadows of the alleyway, Vladimir and Thomas closed in. Stefan’s confusion turned to fear, but it was too late. Vladimir’s hand grasped Stefan’s chin, tilting his head gently but firmly. “Relax, this will only take a moment,” he whispered.
Thomas watched, his hunger intensifying as Vladimir bit into Stefan’s neck, the flow of blood eliciting a primal satisfaction. After a moment, Vladimir pulled back, allowing Thomas to feed and further solidify his new existence.

As they finished, they laid Stefan down gently, ensuring he would awaken with no memory of their encounter. “Come,” Vladimir said, wiping the blood from his lips. “There’s much more to teach you.”

They walked back into the night, their bond strengthened by the hunt, ready to embrace whatever the darkness would bring next.
As the night deepened, the city’s heartbeat slowed, and the streets grew quieter. Vladimir and Thomas walked side by side, their footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves and distant fires.
“Tonight, Thomas, you will learn the subtlety of our existence,” Vladimir began, his voice a soothing murmur. “Feeding without killing is an art, one that requires control and precision.”

Thomas nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and apprehension. “I’m ready, Vladimir. Show me.”
They approached a small park, where a lone figure sat on a bench, lost in thought. Vladimir gestured for Thomas to follow, and they moved silently, like shadows in the night.

“This man,” Vladimir whispered, “is our target. Watch closely.”

Vladimir approached the man, his presence almost ethereal. “Good evening,” he said, his voice laced with a hypnotic charm. The man looked up, his eyes meeting Vladimir’s, and in that moment, he was entranced.

“Relax,” Vladimir continued, his tone gentle yet commanding. “You are safe with us.”

The man’s tension melted away, and he leaned back, his eyelids growing heavy. Vladimir turned to Thomas, his expression one of calm authority. “Now, Thomas, come closer.”

Thomas stepped forward, his heart pounding with a mix of hunger and fear. Vladimir guided him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Remember, it’s about control. Feel the pulse, the life beneath the skin, but do not take it all.”

Thomas leaned in, his fangs grazing the man’s neck. He could feel the warmth, the steady rhythm of the man’s heartbeat. With a deep breath, he bit down, the taste of blood filling his senses. It was intoxicating, but he remembered Vladimir’s words.
“Slowly,” Vladimir whispered. “Just enough to sate your hunger.”

Thomas drank, savoring the rich, metallic taste, but he kept his mind focused. He could feel the man’s life force, vibrant and strong, and he knew he had to stop before it faded. With a final, reluctant pull, he withdrew, licking the wound to seal it.

The man remained in a trance, his breathing steady. Vladimir smiled, a look of pride in his eyes. “Well done, Thomas. You’ve taken the first step towards mastering your new nature.”

Thomas wiped his lips, feeling a sense of accomplishment and relief. “Thank you, Vladimir. I understand now.”

Vladimir nodded, his gaze softening. “Remember, Thomas, we are not monsters. We exist in shadows, but we do not have to destroy. There is beauty in restraint, and power in control.”

They left the park, the man still sitting peacefully on the bench, unaware of the encounter. As they walked into the night, Thomas felt a newfound confidence. He was learning, growing, and with Vladimir’s guidance, he knew he could embrace his new life without losing his humanity.

They found one more victim form which Vladimir got his fill. Once they were done, they headed back to the mansion and to the crypt once they were there.

Vladimir said “I wish to taste you Thomas to love you as only a Vampire can. I long to have you inside me, I long to taste your seed with all its creaminess. This is the gift of being a Vampire that sex is a thousand times better then when you were human.”

Thomas's love for Vladimir was more than just a bond between a master and a servant. It was a deep, unwavering affection that had grown over time. Before he met Vladimir, Thomas's life was devoid of true connection and belonging. He had always felt like an outsider, yearning for something more. When he found Vladimir, he discovered a sense of purpose and fulfillment he had never known before.

The transformation he underwent was not just physical but emotional as well. Thomas's love for Vladimir became an essential part of his existence. He needed Vladimir's presence, his guidance, and his companionship. It was a longing that consumed him, a desire that drove him to be the best version of himself. Thomas's love for Vladimir was a testament to the profound impact one person can have on another's life, filling the void and providing a sense of belonging that had been missing for so long.

And so “Vladimir I want to be inside you and give you my gift, to you. To you and to no one else but you.” As he made this speech, he started to remove his clothes and so did Vladimir. Vladimir could feel the fire that was burning in his heart, he had searched for centuries hoping to find him, he had seen him in a dream, and he knew they would be together forever.

Vladimir walked up to Thomas and felt him all over then grabbing him by his butt and pulling their bodies together. Cock to cock they both were moaning; Vladimir went to his knees and began sucking his cock loving the taste of it as only a Vampire could. This went on for a long time and at last Thomas couldn’t hold back any longer, he exploded in Vladimir’s mouth. Kissing and licking each other.

Thomas returned the favor and started to suck on Vladimir and when he came a light went on in his brain and it was like the only thing he would want for the rest of his life, and he sure was going to make sure that happen.

They recovered while they kissed. Vladimir ask Thomas to lay down on his back which he did, and he sat down on Thomas cock. Vladimir looked into Thomas' eyes knowing the deepest love he had ever felt, and this is what he wanted forever. After what seemed like hours, they both came. Vladimir got off Thomas. And licking his cock to get ever last bit of his cum.

They decided to sleep in Vladimir coffin, in the nude, which felt so good to them they thought they would do this more often.

The next day, as twilight descended, and the world began to blur into the realm of shadows, Vladimir and Thomas prepared to meet the contractor brought by Ion. The mansion, with its towering arches and dimly lit corridors, felt more like a fortress of secrets than ever.

Vladimir had been meticulous in his planning, ensuring that every detail was attended to. He wanted Thomas to witness and learn the subtleties of handling their human allies without revealing their true nature.

Ion arrived promptly at 7 pm, just as instructed, with the contractor in tow. The man, dressed in a sharp suit, looked around the grand entrance hall with a mix of awe and apprehension. Ion said, “Vladimir this is Adrian Drăculea he owns and operates Carpati Construction.”

“Welcome Adrian,” Vladimir said, his voice smooth and inviting, yet carrying an undertone of authority. “I trust Ion has explained everything?”

The contractor nodded. “Yes, I was told you have a proposition for me.”

Vladimir gestured for them to follow him into a lavish drawing room where a fire crackled warmly in the hearth. “Please, make yourselves comfortable,” he said as he and Thomas took their seats opposite their guests.

“As you know, we have a project that requires the utmost discretion and skill,” Vladimir began. “Your reputation precedes you, and we believe you are the right man for the job.”

The contractor, slightly easing into his seat, replied, “I appreciate the confidence you have in me. May I ask what the project entails?”

Vladimir glanced at Thomas, a silent signal to take note of every interaction. “It’s a restoration of sorts. This mansion has stood for centuries and requires the careful hand of an expert to maintain its legacy.”

The contractor nodded, intrigued. “I see. And the specifics?”

“You will be working closely with Ion here,” Vladimir continued. “He will provide you with the necessary details and ensure that your work aligns with our requirements. You will be well-compensated, of course.”

Ion stepped forward, handing the contractor a sealed envelope. “Everything you need is inside,” he said.

As the contractor opened the envelope and began to peruse the contents, Vladimir leaned back, observing him closely. Thomas could sense the subtle currents of power and control flowing from Vladimir, an unseen but palpable force guiding the conversation.

“I assure you,” Vladimir added, “your efforts will not go unnoticed. We value loyalty and excellence above all.”

The contractor looked up, a determined expression on his face. “I’m honored to be part of this. I’ll ensure the work is done to your satisfaction.”

“Excellent,” Vladimir said with a smile. “Ion will see you out and make sure you have everything you need to get started.”

As Ion led the contractor away, Vladimir turned to Thomas, a look of satisfaction on his face. “You see, Thomas? This is how we secure our future. Through careful planning, control, and the right alliances. You have done well to observe. Soon, you will be ready to take on these tasks yourself.”

Thomas nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility but also the thrill of power that came with it. Together, they would continue to navigate the darkness, finding strength in each other and in the bonds, they forged along the way.