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wasnā€™t the doctorā€™s fault. Not at all. It was Alocerā€™s and he could fuck with the fourth leader.  

A satisfied smile tilted his lips as he stretched. ā€œAlrightly, Doc. Iā€™ll be back, justā€¦stay where youā€™re at.ā€ Fang looked ready to crap his expensive trousers, but nonetheless nodded. Good for him.

As many centuries as heā€™d done this, it wasnā€™t hard to reach the Fourth Realms boundaries, though he couldnā€™t help but flinch at the blinding flash of light that was no doubt doing his retinas in. He staggered on nothingness, stretching and depressing.

The Fourth Realm was freaky shit. A black void that swirled on and on until those sought out were summoned. It would all disappear into what the one sought considered home. Technically though, it was a rather imaginative Realm for Godā€™s and Goddesses alike to chill out, though the leaders could just as easily reside there, if they pleased. Unlike Alocer who was cursed to remain.  

Only Nick and the Goddess were aware of the whys and Lucius frankly didnā€™t give two fucks. It was none of his business.

ā€œAlocer!ā€ he called, listening to it echo on and on. When he received no response, he took a step in no general direction, roaring, ā€œAloceeeria, my devoted lover, come to me!ā€ The dub worked like a charm.

The familiar vertigo crashed into him, but then he was welcomed ā€“or rather unwelcomedā€”by the, as Ian often called it, ā€œred room of Payneā€. Fit quite nicely too.

The room smelt heavily of leather, the walls colored a deep, blood-red, chain rattled from where they hung on those walls. Toys, elastic suits, and more unidentifiable objects scattered about. And Lucius thought there was a splatter of blood on the white, tile floors, but quickly overlooked it to take in the black candles that lit the room, white rose petals lined the windowpane where outside, white writings littered the darkness.

Alocerā€”the bastardā€”was a real mind-fuck.

ā€œTo what do I owe the pleasure?ā€ Lucius rolled his eyes, bearing in mind that the leader hadnā€™t had much interaction in over a century, which couldnā€™t be good for his rejuvenation. He almost felt bad for the ignorant bastard, almost wondered what heā€™d done to deserve such a punishment or why Lucius hadnā€™t seen it.

Pivoting slowly, his lips involuntarily twisted into a disgusted smile. Alocer was beautiful, even scarred. Lucius didnā€™t swing that way, but youā€™d have to be blind not to see it.

The half-brotherā€™s resembled nothing of each other.

Alocerā€™s inky hair hung in an archaic braid at his shoulder, straight and flat against his God-like features. The warrior was in the chiseled shape of his jaw and the hideous scar that mangled the right side of his face, starting at his eyebrow, narrowly missing his eye to run straight down his sharp cheekbones and end at his contorted top lip. Otherwise, his eyebrows were wings above those detached silver eyes and a strong, straight nose. The male was malice to the very core of him.

ā€œGawking is rude, Luc,ā€ he said, devoid of emotion. Lucius knew how that scar ruined Alocer, whoā€™d always been narcissistic. His face had been an emotional-buffer of sorts, because no matter how much people loathed him as a whole, they were beguiled by his face. Or rather, had been.

Lucius didnā€™t know the entire story; all he knew was the once tightly-bound relationship between the blood-brothers was shattered into an ever-going animosity. Alocer did not so much as speak Nickā€™s name.

Nobody really knew how Alocer had gotten the scar, where or ā€“whom itā€™d been given by. Every leader tended to keep their fucked up side-stories to themselves. As brothers they owed it to each other. But Lucius still saw everything. Ian though, the third to their fucked up Council was Nickā€™s best friend. The two behaved as if they detested the otherā€™s very presence, but in actuality, they just understood one another far too profoundly.

From the moment Nick had laid eyes on the shaken eighteen years young untransitioned heā€™d known him. On levels not even Lucius, who saw all, or even Ian himself, could recognize. Naturally, Ian despised it, despised that someone other than himself was aware of his weaknesses, his faults, his fears.

Warriors would never admit such things. Not even to one another.

ā€œI was simply admiringā€¦As Iā€™m sure you know all about, or you used to at least.ā€ Lucius was dead serious. 

ā€œWhy is it youā€™ve sought me out?ā€ He ambled over to a weirdly shaped gag, rolling it in his hand with anticipation sparkling in his usually cold eyes.

Straight to the chase it was. ā€œBlood, whatever else?ā€ Nobody ever summoned this male, partners excluded and the leaders.

 ā€œSurely you are not requesting I feed his offspring?ā€ He didnā€™t beat around the bush.

Silver eyes were ablaze with fire, his hand curling around the gag as he hissed, baring his teeth in a sneer. Lucius was not intentionally spurring the male.

 ā€œYour brother, you mean. Say his name, Alocer, say Nicholas, it isnā€™t quite that hard.ā€

ā€œThat is not my brother,ā€ he spat in response, abruptly blinking his fury away, leaving his eyes lifeless. ā€œNow that Iā€™ve come to my wits, Iā€™m leaving. Or rather, you are.ā€ Just like that, the male began to fade away, image rippling.

Fuckinā€™ A. ā€œAlocer, I would not have asked if Xaphan wasnā€™t otherwise concernedā€¦ā€ Instantly, things solidified, becoming real once more.

ā€œWith that bitch? With Aetheria?ā€ Alocer would never learn. Calling their Goddess a bitch wasnā€™t helping him out of exileā€¦But, his brother was ruled by his own obscurity and according to Luciusā€™s vision, would never end up escaping his own suffering.

ā€œAlocer, she needs to feedā€¦ā€ He would not beg.

ā€œWhy can't you or Derik feed her? Oh aye, youā€™re a selfish bastard and never allow any other to take from your vein but whatā€™s Derik's excuseā€¦?ā€

He winced, that soft voice poison in his ears. ā€œā€¦been a selfish little boyā€¦hiding away all thisā€¦such soft skinā€¦tsk-tsk-tskā€. The words crawled up his throat, panic weighing in on him.

ā€œThatā€™sā€¦complicated.ā€ Goddess, weak frickinā€™ point there Luc.

Realization lit the maleā€™s eyes and Lucius felt like heā€™d somehow betrayed Ian.

ā€œHe still cannot stand to be held down? Boo fuckinā€™ hoo.ā€ Lucius growled in warning.

ā€œDo not speak of him as such. You know as well as I that he is justified to it, so you of all males should back off. Heā€™s your brother Alocer, and you should take pride in him.ā€ Alocer blew on his nails and looked up with a chalk-dry expression. And that was why Alocer remained unmissed. He cared for none but himself, he was selfish.

ā€œWere you speaking to me? I was busy not giving a fuck. Youā€™re boring me Lucius, feed the chit yourself or have your brother do it.ā€

ā€œWait!ā€ It was too late; he ended up in Fangā€™s observatory once again. What the hell had he just done? Ruined. He could see the word flashing around in his head, warning him ofā€”his entire body jerked, eyes rolling into the back of his head but he still saw. He always saw. 

The maleā€™s entire futureā€¦ ā€œDisaster,ā€ the words left his lips with all intentions of being true. 

-o-

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The roomā€™s temperature changed abruptly, from cool to a mellow fire. Bethā€™s eyes strayed from the dried out baggie to find the spot where Ian had stood, empty.

ā€œYou do that a lotā€¦ā€ Her head snapped in the direction of his voice. And there he was. Like a drug addict taking their first hit in months, she drank in the sight of him, her thighs working to keep together as she became wet.

She still wanted him and for that, there had to be something completely and undeniably wrong with her.

With a harsh blink, she focused on answering. ā€œUm, do what exactly?ā€ Her throat gave a throb at the words.

ā€œBite your lipā€¦ā€ his voice was nearly inaudible, but she caught the words anyway, immediately finding that her lip was indeed caught between one of her fangs. Quickly, she released it, licking over the small puncture wound, which to her amazement, healed instantly. Huh, maybe the whole Vamp jig wouldnā€™t be so bad after all.

ā€œBad habitā€¦.Guess Iā€™ll have to stop now.ā€ You donā€™t say.

As she fumbled, she continued to stare, noticing his eyes were scorching, not from anger but something different ā€“hotter. Something that also screamed run. It was compelling, instinctive, as he took a tentative step closer. Yet Bethā€™s muscles refused to oblige, leaving her stuck in the middle of the plush bed. She couldnā€™t even tear her eyes away from him. He completely hypnotized her with the crimson promises there.

He could make her feel so much better. The pull had always been there, her body began to buzz with one thing and ache with another ā€“so much need.

Have you lost it vampire-girl? Heā€™s ā€“Just move. Leave! Run! Stay! Do something.

Every step closer was another sharp, electric force and within seconds, she found herself at the edge of the mattress, staring up at him as he made the last, undecided step. His eyes searched hers and she wasnā€™t sure what he found, but it didnā€™t matter when his large hands fell to her waist, hoisting her up so that she stood on the mattress, an inch separating them.

He was still a bit taller, but that turned her on unbelievably. ā€œWhat if I told you,ā€ he spoke languidly, twining a lock of her hair in a long index finger, almost suggestively. ā€œThat I want youā€¦everywhere?ā€ Beth couldnā€™t remember how to breathe, let alone form words, especially not with his hand splayed at her neck, gently stroking her leaping pulse.

ā€œWould you let me have you? Would you allow a monster into your lovely body? Would you take from me?ā€ His voice was raspy, daring her to deny him as he leaned closer, hot breath fanning her jaw. ā€œAnswer me, Elizabeth.ā€

Oh Goddess, yes. Had she ever had a choice? The thought flittered through her mind as the words fell passed her lips. From the beginning sheā€™d known she wouldnā€™t deny him. He was dominating, he had control: he had her. It was far too late for second thoughts.

His lips claimed hers and the fightā€“the resistanceā€“lay in shreds. It waselating. His lips were firm, but soft as he guided her, tongue caressing the seam of her bottom lip in a way that her sighing in surrender. That was all he needed to invade her mouth, tasting the blood there as she remained immobile, unable to think anything beyond Ian Payne was kissing her ā€“desired her.

ā€œLike you mean it, Bethā€¦ā€ it was command, but too soon, he tore away and no. She wanted to cry because she needed more more more.

With no control over her body, she placed her trembling hands on either side of his throat, an eccentric viciousness causing her to bite her nails into the hot flesh. His entire body shuddered and she whined, breasts straining at his chest.

ā€œGood girl,ā€ he hummed, and she closed her eyes, relishing in the strange and dangerous high that accompanied him. A high that had her kissing a male she practically loathed all because he made her feel things that shouldnā€™t be possible.

And she found herself stretching to kiss him hard, falling into it, her fangs scrapping carelessly at his lip so that he opened with a sharp inhale. As her tongue tangled with his, she felt as if she was fading away from everything but the syrupy taste of him ā€“blood and Ian. His arm circled around her waist, the other tugged her hair so that he was given a better angle.

Beth didnā€™t care what he did to her as long as they were touching, as long as his mouth stayed on her skin. Involuntarily, her legs wrapped around his waist so that he was supporting her weight and she was impossibly closer to him. Yes was all she thought when his hand slipped underneath her sweater, large and rough as it splayed along the entire span of her belly.

She squirmed. ā€œMore.ā€ His lips dragged to her neck, sucking harshly as he chuckled, the hand at her belly leaving to grip one of her ankles,

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