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Fallen - 4. Chapter 4 - Bridge

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, contrasting with his flashing chocolate eyes and raven curls. We flirt during dinner and when he brings me my coffee I ask what time he finishes work. Shyly he volunteers that it will be within the hour and we arrange to meet near the bridge.

There is a bar nearby, with shady and secluded booths, open to the air at this time of year and with a wonderful view of the river.

I sip a cold drink and watch the word go by.

As I do so my attention is caught by a large black car which pulls into the kerb at the other side of the road. I can’t see what is happening on the other side of the car but when, a few moments later it screeches off it leaves a young man scrabbling on the ground for pieces of paper which are scattered around him. I smile. How interesting.

Leaving my drink I hurry over to help him. I catch a ten pound note which has blown into the road and he flinches defensively when I hand it to him. Hmm... good choice Luma. The boy is glorious. He is not as beautiful as Aqua but, with his red gold hair and eyes that are an unusual shade of emerald green, it is close. His face is disfigured by a large ugly bruise but bruises fade.

I find myself reaching out to lightly brush the bruise on his face with my fingers. He shies away.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I was just wondering who would have been so foolish as to mar such beauty in so ugly and brutal a way.”

The boy frowns.”It’s none of your business.”

“You’re right. It’s not. Your pardon, I was rude and overly familiar. If you are alright and have recovered what was lost then I will take my leave and apologise for bothering you at what is clearly a difficult time for you.”

He stops and stares at me. I smile back warmly.

“You know what I am.” He says flatly and turns away. I put a gentle hand on his arm. I have no intention of letting him get away but I would prefer to treat him with gentleness. That way he will settle to the life more easily and I have a promise to keep.

“You are young and beautiful and in pain. You are lost and hopeless and you do what you can to live for another day. I think you are strong and brave and your beauty dazzles me. Will you let me help you?”

He stares at me nervously for a moment then sneers. “What can you do to help me?”

“You would be surprised. What would you say if I told you that I could offer you a home, companionship, a warm bed, regular meals, clothes and a chance to study and learn?”

“I would say that you are a liar and wonder what you really have in mind for me.” He looks anxious now and his eyes are darting around noting escape routes.

“What I have in mind for you is exactly what I have said.”

“And what would you expect from me in return?”

“No more than anyone else who pays for your services. I will take you into my home, share what I have and take you to an ecstasy you never imagined exists and all I ask in return is that you grace my bed when it pleases me.”

He stares at me through narrowed eyes. “How do I know you’re not going to hurt me?”

“You don’t. But I swear to you that I never will.”

He runs his eyes over me, weighing up the way I look, the way I speak, the sincerity in my face shining through my eyes. He looks scared but desperate and his fingers rise uncertainly to his cheek.

“I...”

Knowing I have already won I move closer and cover his hand with mine. He winces but doesn’t pull away. Slowly and gently I take him into my arms. He resists but not too much. When he is encircled by my arms he starts to shake and cry.

“Hush now. There is no need to cry. There is no need to cry any more. You are safe now.” He looks up at me with pleading, frightened eyes which are even more beautiful now they are bright with tears. I smile gently but he can't return it. He is so frightened. I don’t blame him.

Raising my hand I brush the hair away from his face and bury my fingers in it. Although it is dirty and tangled it still feels soft under my hands. The boy shivers and allows me to tilt back his head, exposing his throat. I ponder my options. I am hungry but I don’t want to feed in the open in broad daylight. As much as I want it, it is going to have to wait. Instead I run my thumbs down his neck on either side releasing a very carefully controlled amount of venom. The boy shudders and his eyes flicker. I watch awareness and, more importantly will, fade but not to the point where he is in danger of losing consciousness.

I put my arm around him and steer him gently off the road towards the bridge. In the shade underneath the bridge I kiss him and he responds eagerly. He is an accomplished kisser, more so than most of the boys I have taken. I can imagine what he will feel and smell like when he is clean and Chancey has worked his magic.

As he presses against me I feel his inevitable arousal pressing against my leg. “What do you want little one? What do you want of me right now?”

“Take me. Take me please. I... I need...”

“I know what you need.” I whisper into his ear as I press him back against the wall and start to kiss his neck. “Tell me.”

I let my hand trail down to rest on his hip, my thumbs pressing deeply into his abdomen, finding pressure points that make his legs tremble and his body twitch. He gasps and throws his head back, giving me even more access to his throat.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.” He gasps. “I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me.”

“Touch you? Here?” I let one hand wander down to brush his arousal on the outside of his trousers.

“Yes... yes there...”

“Like this?” He moans pathetically as I massage him and lets his head fall forward onto my shoulder. “You don’t get this very often do you? You don’t have people pleasuring you.”

“No.”

“Do you like it little one?”

“Yes... oh yes.” He gives a little cry as I slip my hand down inside his trousers and start to massage his hot flesh with long slow strokes. With my other hand I stroke his hair, soothing him.

“Do you want me to keep on doing this?”

“Yes.” He snaps anxiously looking up at me as if expecting me to stop. I don’t.

“Do you want me to do this to you many times?”

“Yes.” He is hopeful now.

“Every day?”

“Yes.”

“And what if I said I would give you this and more, much, much more... what would you give me in return?”

I brush my thumb over the head and he groans deeply. “Anything.” He gasps. “Anything.”

“What about everything?” I ask softly, speeding up my strokes.

“Yes. Yes everything. Everything I have.”

“All I want is you.” I murmur as I press myself against him, leaving room for my hand to speed up. He makes a strained little sound, gasping with anticipation as he starts to shake and clings to me.

“Ssh now, ssh little one. It’s going to be alright. It will all be alright.”

“Ah...ah...” he gasps as his balls tighten in preparation for release.

When I slide my fangs into his throat he is already lost, his body pumping with his orgasm, his mind slipping beneath the blanket of my venom. He tastes sweet, very sweet. He is young, possibly the youngest of my boys, late teens at most and yet I can taste despair in his blood, deep depression and a hopelessness that would have ended his life soon, one way or another. There is sickness there too, diseases that he has picked up through casual sex and life on the streets, and a deeper more insidious sickness that has very, very nearly extinguished his light. That is no problem for me however. It does not taint the feed and it will soon be washed from his body by my essence and Chancey’s unique talents.

For now I take a little, enough to slake my thirst and leave him undamaged, and then withdraw letting him remain clinging to me, his head on my shoulder.

“What are you?” He whispers when he is able to speak.

“Your saviour.”

“Am I still... as I was?”

“Still human? Yes, and you will remain so, although as long as you are with me and as long as you receive my blood regularly you will not age.”

“Will you hurt me... kill me?”

“I promise that you will be safe with me.”

“What does the promise of a... a... How can I trust you?”

“Because I am a vampire?”

He raises his head and nods anxiously.

“If I had wanted to kill you then you would be dead. I need to feed and I prefer to do it in the throes of pleasure. I do not seek to feed from any one person enough to harm them and so I maintain a group of boys at my home from whom I feed in rotation. In the meantime you are taken care of and are free to love between yourselves as long as you are always prepared for my needs.

“I will never hurt you and my venom will provide you with pleasure that you can only imagine. You will be safe and warm and cared for. There is plenty of food, a warm bed to sleep in, a doctor to care for you if you are sick. There is a library where you can read...”

“Please don’t... don’t say any more, I can’t bear it. Please... please take me there.”

I smile at him and stroke his cheek where the bruise is already beginning to fade. “In a little while. I have something else to do first. Someone else to collect. Wait for me here.”

He grabs my arm and I turn away. “Promise you will come back.”

“I promise.”

“You won’t leave me, not now?”

I turn back and smiled at him. “I promise.” I whisper as I kiss him and breathe into him a little, just enough to cause him to crumple to the ground and sleep... just sleep until I return for him.

I am sitting back at my table by the time my beautiful Spanish boy arrives. He stands by the table and looks down at me shyly.

“Please, be seated.”

Over drinks I learn that he is, indeed Spanish, working as a waiter to help pay himself through University where he is in his third year of a degree in medicine. I smile; Chancey will like this one. He informs me with regret that he does not have many friends as his busy life does not leave room for them. This is good. Although it has never bothered me in the slightest that one of my boys might be missed, it is easier to take those who will not and, more importantly, will not have anything or anyone to miss.

As we drink, and I notice that he is careful not to take too much alcohol, I brush his hand with mine often, releasing a tiny amount of my enzyme into his blood. Bit by bit, entirely unnoticed by him he falls further and further under my thrall. He is genuinely good company; witty, intelligent, bright. He will rail for a while against his situation but once he sees the possibilities he will become enamoured with the opportunity and will soon appreciate what I can offer him.

Chancey will handle his anger and by the time I see him again he will be complacent. I will make sure of it.

After a time he falls silent, unable to focus on conversation. I move my chair closer to his and slip my arm around his waist. We watch the light on the river together. He rests his head on my shoulder and I stroke his neck. Eventually he is so intoxicated, not by the alcohol but by me that he no longer knows where he is, or who he is, or what he wants. He no longer cares.

I murmur close to his ear. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Go? Where?” He is not really curious. His eyes are glazed and he is incapable of rational thought.

I caress his cheek and smile into his eyes. “You are coming home with me. I am going to take care of you now.”

He smiles distantly. “Oh. Okay. Is it far?”

“No, not far, not far at all.”

I get to my feet and help him to his. He only sways a little. I leave enough to cover our drinks with a hefty tip on the table and then, with my arm around his waist I lead him across the road to the bridge.

“Wait here.” I command and then go to collect my other catch who wakes at a touch, smiling into my eyes and willingly giving me his hand. For once this makes me sad. What could have happened to this beautiful boy that he would so willingly throw his life away on someone such as me? He knows. I see in his eyes he knows and understands and yet still he comes willingly.

I stroke his hair lovingly and he looks confused for a moment then tries a hesitant, shaky smile. With my hand in the small of his back I draw him close and kiss him. While I usually breathe intoxication into my boys that is not all I can do, and this time I breathe sunshine. When I lift my head he is glowing with it.

“What... what did you do?” He asks his eyes glazed, not with intoxication but with joy.

“I gave you a taste of what you can expect in your life from now on. You will not have your freedom and you will be subject to my desires but I am not a harsh master.” (‘now’ I add silently to myself) “I will take care of you and whatever I take from you will be paid for with ecstasy.”

His eyes are enormous, mesmerised by my words, and not because I have exerted any control. “I think that you have not had an easy life.” He flinches and tries to look away. “That is over now. You are with me and you will be taken care of. No more worries, no more stress, no more struggle. No more lying with sweating old men, exposed to pain and disease by the dregs of this sick society.”

He gasps and shakes his head. “No. I can’t. I am... I have... I can’t go with you.” He half turns away, his face twisted with pain, but I turn him back.

“I know that you are sick. I can heal you.”

He shakes his head sadly and lets it fall forward in shame. “No one can.” He whispers.

“No human can.” I correct and he looks up again with desperate hope in his eyes. “I am not asking you to follow me so that I can make your last days comfortable, little one. Have I not told you that my blood in your veins will extend your life? It will scour from you any sickness or disease you have and you will not have to suffer for another day.”

“But I can’t... there’s no cure.”

I can’t help but smile and ruffle his hair. “You are in no place to understand little one but I promise you that if you take a little from me every day, if you let me take from you then within the week you will be strong and well.”

“It is possible for you?”

“It is more than possible for me. Let me show you.”

Before he can react I take his hand and turn it palm upward then smoothly slide a knife from my belt and slash lightly across it. The cut is shallow but it makes him cry out in shock.

“Ssh little one. Trust me.”

I raise his hand to my lips keeping my eyes locked with his shocked ones and lap at the droplets of blood that are squeezing out of the wound. Gradually I work my tongue up from one end to the other. Then I repeat. By the end of the second time there is no blood. By the end of the third time there is no wound. He stares at his hand when I release it, turning it over and touching the palm with his fingers.

“Was it real? Was there really a cut there?”

“Did it feel as if there was?”

“Yes... I felt the pain, saw the blood.”

“Then it was. And trust me, if I can heal that with just a touch of my tongue, I can heal whatever assails your body.” I stroke his temple. “And your mind.” He smiles a completely open smile and nods his head.

“Are you ready to go home?”

“Oh yes. Yes I am.”

He follows me up onto the path where we find my Spanish boy leaning against a lamp post with his eyes closed humming a song tunelessly under his breath.

“Who is he?” There is no jealousy in his voice, merely curiosity.

“He is my second catch tonight.”

“Is that what I am, a catch?” There is a light teasing tone in his voice that is so refreshing it makes me smile.

I reach out and stroke his hair. “Oh yes little one, beautiful boy, you are quite a catch.”

Supporting the intoxicated Spanish boy, one on each, side my beautiful boy, whom I name Bridge, much to his amusement, and I meander our way home. It astonishes him when we cross the bridge to find, not the other side of the river but the gate to my estate.

“Where is this?”

“It is my home.”

“I know but... where is it?”

“That is not so simple to explain. It is here but not here, tucked into a fold in the blanket of existence which exists everywhere and nowhere at the same time.” I chuckle. “But time has no meaning here. Come and meet your new family.”

I hand Bridge and Mario over to Chancey and turn as I walk away to find Bridge staring after me with a look of loss on his face. I smile at him.

“You can trust Chancey, Bridge. He will look after you. I’ll see you tomorrow, and every day after that, at least until you are well. This is your home now, and all the boys are your family. They will love you as I do.” He smiles brightly and nods going willingly with Chancey towards the baths.

I have a feeling that he will soon be very much a part of the family and everyone will love him deeply. Somewhere under the pain and distrust there is a sunny personality and a truly beautiful soul. I could taste it.

I am not going to tell you anything about Bridge except that I love him dearly and he is, in many ways, my favourite character that I have ever written
Copyright © 2011 Nephylim; All Rights Reserved.
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On 11/26/2017 at 10:07 PM, TheLotus said:

Poor Bridge, had such a hard life...

 

The idea of being taken away from the present world and spend life in some beautiful, peaceful, aternative reality full of love and sex seems like such a tempting fantasy, but such a nightmare at the same time.

Bridge is one of my favourite characters I have ever written. He is...adorable :D

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Aww why couldn't Radu have been like this from the start. My perception of him will always be tainted by the knowledge of what he used to be like. Also knowing he could easily revert back to that beast if something sets him off. As for the wonderful life he offers the slaves in his harem.." For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul..."

14 hours ago, Goodie said:

Aww why couldn't Radu have been like this from the start. My perception of him will always be tainted by the knowledge of what he used to be like. Also knowing he could easily revert back to that beast if something sets him off. As for the wonderful life he offers the slaves in his harem.." For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul..."

I love that quote. For better or worse, whether it's true or not Radu certainly believes he lost his soul a long time ago. He has no time for any gods and those he believes in he hates. He has acted out of bitterness and rage. No excuse I know. Possible unforgiveable, but he has his reasons which I hope will become clearer at the end. 

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