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Reign in Darkness: Mari and Nera

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The Vampire Council was having a meeting this evening. The guest of honor at this meeting was a hunter by the name of Ian Hansen He was escorted into the room by a few of Prince Lucas Sangrey's lackeys. They were not exactly gentle with the man, given that he was what he was. In fact, once they had ended up in the middle of the room with him, they pushed him to the ground roughly, leaving him to wait for judgement.

"Ian Hansen," Lucas said as he came into view. "You have been found guilty of the crime of murdering vampires, and of interfering with our business ventures and of the destruction of one of my nightclubs. You will be allowed to speak now if you desire before the sentence is carried out."

"I have nothing to say to you, monster." Ian said in reply as he stood there defiantly to the end, shooting daggers in the direction of the Prince and the rest of the Vampire Council.

"Suit yourself." Lucas said in reply. He paused and said. "So it has been decided that you will be transformed into one of us. Your sire will be chosen at random in the lotto which is customary for this." Lucas pulled a name out of a big box, after shaking it up, and once he got the name he read it out loud.
 
The hunter was hot news. Everyone was gather to see his sentence. A hunter in the lair of vampires was not going to last long. After all, he had murdered their kind, destroyed their property, and had generally been a nuisance. Whatever punishment their Prince chose would be fitting.

And becoming what he hated was probably the best punishment.

He would be stuck for the rest of eternity as one of them. He would have to adhere to their customs and be dependent on his sire for survival. From experience, the hunters tended to have strong survival instincts. He would give in and do what he had to and by that time he would be one of them. Integration rather than destruction.

Ciaran Dawson was the name read and the vampire in question snapped his head up to look at the hunter. He hadn't fully been paying attention and now he was to sire this hunter? He didn't want to. He looked around the room, debating whether he should argue his position. He was still considered young for a vampire, he had never sired another.

"My Prince..." He started, taking a step forward. He spotted a couple of glares from around the room, obviously they knew he was going to argue. "Surely there is someone more suitable than myself. I am still young, I have never sired another. I...I don't believe I would be able to manage this hunter"
 
Ian looked up from where he was, a look of defiance in his eyes, but he seemed to falter for just a moment when the sentence was delivered. "You can't be serious? If you do this, I swear to all that is holy, I will kill you Lucas Sangrey." He peered in the direction of the young fledgling, before looking back at the Vampire Prince. "And why not do the deed yourself Are you that afraid to deal with me?"

Lucas peered in the direction of the young hunter, obviously not very amused. "You are free to try." He then turned his attention towards Ciaran. "This will come with a bit of a promotion. I will offer you blood wine laced with the blood of the elders, allowing you to rise in the power and position necessary to deal with a little ingrate like Ian Hansen. Also you will receive a new residence, filled with treasures and servants to fit this new status. It will be enough."

Ian defiant to the last turned in the direction of his future sire. "Well let's get on with this shall we? I am sure these old farts have somewhere else they need to be."
 
Well, that was an appealing offer. Even so, Ciaran wasn't completely sure about this. He couldn't turn down the offer though, he didn't want to appear ungrateful or disrespectful to his Prince. His own punishment would be...he didn't want to think about it.

Taking a breath, he glared at the human and stepped forward. He bowed his head to Lucas. "Of course, thank you" He said, moving over to Ian. He grabbed his hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck. He knew everyone was watching and he couldn't show any further hesitance. As such, he ducked his head and sunk his teeth into the human's neck.

Draining him as much as he dared, he released his jaws grip on his neck and used his teeth to cut his own wrist. He parted Ian's lips and dripped his own blood into his mouth. "Drink up" He murmured, watching as the blood splattered across his lips and face. This would be his first and he just had to get a hunter. He couldn't have had an easier job?
 
Ian knew that Ciaran was not going to hesitate anymore. The wrath of Lucas Sangrey was not something the vampire wanted. It was nothing that anyone wanted. The wrath of this man was the reason that Ian was going to end up a vampire for all eternity after all.

Ian was not happy about this, but he was not going to show his fear, his anger, or his disgust at it. He was not a religious man by any means, so he did not have fears of damnation, but Ian hated vampires, and now Ian was going to become one, and this was not something that pleased him by any means.

The act of being fed from was pleasurable. Unfortunately that was a thing and there was no getting around it, so on top of the fact that he was being turned against his will, Ian got to show his arousal at the fact in front of all of these monsters.

It happened quickly, yet it felt like an eternity. The laughter of those around him was drowned out by the feeling of the blood coarsing through his veins. He wasn't even sure at what point he was lowered to the ground to let his body basically die and undergo the change.

"Well this was not as entertaining as I had hoped." Prince Sangrey admitted as he watched the spectacle unfold. The Prince than addressed the new sire. "Take him home, and well you know the drill. Teach him to survive. Keep him under control. His actions from now on are something you too are responsible for. Get him out of here would you. Johnny here, one of your new human servants will help you."

Johnny was older and not very good looking. It was obvious that Lucas was trying to get rid of him. Likely many of these new 'human' servants would be ones that other vampires did not want. Ciaran was still young and was expected to get his own treasures, and everything else that came his way would be like junk from a pawn shop.

Johnny did show himself to at least be capable of picking up the transforming unconscious dead weight of a newborn vampire to the young vampires new car however. He waited for the older vampire, his new master to give him directions on where to go next.
 
A vampire draining a human was meant to be pleasurable, meant to ease the human into it and avoid resistance. Whether that worked or not, it was clear that Ian was feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac that came from a vampire. The laughs of his fellows were echoing in his ears. They knew what was going on and enjoyed the extra humiliation that would inflict on the hunter.

Once the hunter had drunk enough, Ciaran let him drop and stepped back. Looking down at him with disdain, he wiped his mouth. Of course, he just had to taste pretty good. What a waste.

He looked around when the Prince spoke to him, nodding at the orders he was given. He understood what was expected of him now and he wasn't planning on letting Ian anywhere out of his home for a long time. He needed to know exactly how he would act before he could trust he wouldn't embarrass him, or worse, in front of others.

Johnny stepped forward and Ciaran just watched as he picked up the former hunter and took him out to the car. Servants were servants no matter their age or looks. Ciaran knew what was happening but he couldn't bring himself to care. If they could work, he'd let them. He followed them out of the meeting and got in the back of the car, moving the transforming hunter so he was laying down with his head on his lap.

He rested a hand on his throat, ready to pin him should he start to move too violently. "Take me home" He ordered Johnny, rattling off his address. The Prince said he would get a new residence but he was rather attached to his current one. It was a lot smaller than other vampires, but it was the home of his own sire. The sire that had been destroyed by the hunters. Perhaps there was something poetic about taking a hunter into that home.

The home itself was down a long, winding country road. It had four floors and was wide and imposing to those that weren't expecting it. They had plenty of land, although that land hadn't been worked well since his sire had passed. His servants had been distributed and Ciaran had only kept a couple to maintain the building.
 
Ian was alone when he woke up. He was alone and had a ravenous thirst for blood. He knew this was coming, and it disgusted him as was intended. He started looking around the room expecting that he would be chained up in some fetish dungeon.

The new fledgling knew a lot of master vampires would use and abuse him because they could. He did not know what to make of the fact he had woken up in what looked like a nicely furnished bedroom. There were not even any bars on the doors, but true to form, as he checked the lock, it would not open. It was locked from the outside.

"Huge surprise." Ian said to himself. He looked around the room to see the contents of what was now his new home.

He saw a bookshelf filled with books and magazines. He also saw a refrigerator, and went to open it, and saw it was stocked with blood. "How thoughtful."

The last thing to catch his attention was the television. He flipped it on. "Well at least the poor bastard has cable." With that he settled into the bed, propping himself up with pillows getting comfortable so he could watch tv until his new 'master' came back. He had the small bottle of blood wine, and was trying to get the stomach to actually down it but he was not mentally prepared for that yet. That would take a moment.
 
Ciaran had Ian put in his own room, had him set up with whatever he would need, and promptly locked himself in his own room to figure out what he was going to do. He had never sired a fledgling vampire, he had no idea what he was doing, and now he had a hunter to take care of?

He had no idea how he was going to do this.

He left Ian to his own devices for a while, pacing in his room as he tried to come up with a solution to his new problem. He didn't have a solution. He was just going to have to make this new vampire submit and do as he said. He would just have to make him obey and not show him up.

There was no way he was going to be let out of this house any time soon. Perhaps for the next decade? Maybe a bit longer. It depended on how well he behaved.

When he had gathered up the willpower to go and deal with his problems, Ciaran went to Ian's room. He didn't knock, just unlocked the door and stepped in. "I see you've made yourself comfortable. Good. This is your room and you'll likely be in here for a long time" He wouldn't get to roam until Ciaran felt he wouldn't try and run.
 
Ian peered at Ciaran and let out a little laugh. "Of course, I hardly expect a trip around the world for us. We are two people bound together by the will of a stuffy arrogant bastard and you are responsible for my actions. If I fuck up, we both could end up punished, or worse. I get it, you want to protect yourself. I would too."

"So is it going to be like this basically? I sit locked in a prison cell, a nice one mind you and I do appreciate that, but a cell nonetheless while you sit around and figure out what you want to do with me? Are you a nice enough individual that you have no fucking clue? Or do you know exactly what you have in mind?"

Ian got up and walked closer to Ciaran, staring him down. They were about the same height, but Ian wasn't stupid, he knew that the man was more powerful than him and had even been given elders blood to drink after the fact.

"Whether here, or in a dungeon, or in the streets, I am a prisoner to eternity, so does it really matter at the end of the day? Not a hell of a lot. I could run, but I would not be able to survive alone, and if you don't realize that you are stupid. You just have to ask yourself, do I want to survive now? Do I care what happens? Honestly, I have not decided yet. Maybe, maybe not. I hold you in no contempt, however. That doesn"t mean I like you necessarily, but I do not hate you."
 
Ian wasn't wrong, they were bound together for the rest of their undead life and Ciaran was mainly responsible for whatever Ian did. It sucked at it was all down to the will of the Prince. At least the former hunter knew the situation. He didn't want to think about the punishment that might come if Ian did something to displease the Prince or to show him up. It wouldn't be pleasant.

"Exactly. You sit here, nice and quiet and pretty, until I decide exactly what is going to happen" He said, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't know what he wanted to do with Ian yet. All he knew was that he was to survive and Ciaran would eventually teach him how to. For now, he could just wait.

His eyes narrowed as Ian stepped closer and he scowled as he spoke. He didn't much care if Ian hated him or not, it made no difference to their situation. "Are you finished talking?" He asked, sighing and stepping around Ian to go over to one of the covered windows. He peered past the curtains and opened them when he saw it was dark out. "I do not like you, I do not wish to be your sire but here we are. You must survive and I will teach you how when you are ready. Until then, you will sit in here and wait"

Turning around, he eyes the new vampire. "Whether you want to survive or not makes no odds. You will" His words had a finality to them that he didn't often use. "Drink from what I have given you, drink from me to help you grow stronger. I don't care. The Prince has expectations and we will not let him down"
 
Ian eyed the door. He thought for a moment about trying to run. Now would be a perfect time if he wanted to, but as he had said before, to what end? He would probably die out there if he did.

"I--" He paused for a moment. "I have nothing else to say." He was caught off guard by the way Ciaran talked to him, but even more importantly, he was caught off guard by what his sire did not do. He realized that he was trying to push him to the point of hitting him, trying to make him lose his cool, trying to see how much he could test him.

He was trying to get a feel for the man he was dealing with. Perhaps even seeing if he could make the man want to kill him. It would make things a lot easier if he could make it to where he did not even have to deal with this because he was dead. At least that was the initial idea. If it had been Lucas, it might have worked. But it was not Lucas he was dealing with. This man seemed to have a certain amount of patience.

"So if I do not drink, what happens? Will I eventually die? Well obviously you will not let that happen so I will suck it up and drink."

With that Ian took the blood he had been provided from the refrigerator. Drinking from the man who had sired him again was not exactly something he wanted to do. Unless he forced it he was not going to do that. Ian downed the blood, trying not to choke on it. It took a moment for him to realize in his thirst he was downing it too fast.

Ian was considering another smart ass comment but held it back. He had a strange desire for the other man to both get the hell away from him, and for him to stay.
 
Whatever Ian was trying to make Ciaran do, he likely wouldn't get what he wanted. Ciaran was more impulsive than most, younger and more airy, however now he had to teach this new vampire he was trying to keep a level head. He was annoyed by his new position, but he would make the best of it.

"Exactly. You will not die. If I have to force you to drink, so be it" Ciaran said, watching as Ian got the blood from the fridge. If he didn't drink he would die, but Ciaran was not above overpowering the man and forcing him. If he drank from him, it would strengthen him quicker. Perhaps he should stick with the supplies for now.

He moved around the room, taking a seat and observing Ian as he drank. He seemed to have a healthy thirst. Good. That would serve him well. This would likely be one of the first times he had drunk since he turned and he would need as much as possible to strengthen himself.

"You're lucky my name was drawn" He eventually said, gesturing for Ian to come closer. "There are many who would seek to take advantage of this opportunity. Some may have killed you outright, some perhaps worse. I am at least planning on helping you become an independent being"

After that...he hadn't decided. He would help Ian become a functional vampire and ensure he survived. Once this was done he would have to re-evaluate his feelings. For now, he felt a strange sympathy for him. He felt the desire to help him grow stronger.
 
"I," Ian said in reply. He paused for a moment and said. "I am sorry for being an asshole. As you probably have figured out, I'm overwhelmed by all of this. I know its not an excuse. I got a great deal out of this and I ought to be showing more gratitude."

"I am still thirsty," He noted. He paused and said. "I have no idea how much I am going to need." He got another small bottle out of the refrigerator and downed that one as well. He then went and had a seat again as he started thinking about his situation.

"I am sorry you got forced into this, and it must be overwhelming for you too." Ian added. "I hope you got a lot of nice things from Sangrey as compensation for dealing with my annoying ass." He was trying to make a joke, and instead of trying to piss the man off, was actually trying to be somewhat nice now.
 
Ciaran blinked, taken aback by the apology. His eyes narrowed in suspicion and he frowned, waiting for something else to be said. "It is an overwhelming thing. I was the same when I was first turned. Gratitude...is not what I am after" He eventually said, leaning forward and resting his elbow on his knee, his chin resting on his hand.

"You'll be incredibly thirsty for a long time. It will calm once you've settled into yourself" He advised, his fingers fiddling with the ring in his ear. He remembered when he had first turned. He had almost been feral and had drank for hours on end. It had never been enough. Ian was showing wonderful restraint if his turning was anything like his own.

The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile at the attempt at a joke. "I got a few things, blood of the Elders was my main reward. The rest is hand-me-downs or discarded goods. I should be grateful really. I prefer this home, eventually I will move you to my new one" Perhaps once he settled he could have that one for himself. Ciaran had little use for it.
 
"I might be a dolt, but what are you looking for?" Ian inquired of his maker. He figured that he probably meant obedience, but if he wanted one thing in particular of him, such as sexual favors, he was going to have a few more issues with him than he currently did.

Ian was not the most submissive man on earth, and although he was experienced, the last thing he could see himself doing was sucking off some new sire. Especially given the man did not seem to like him very much. Unless of course he wanted a hate fuck, in which case, well Ian did not want to imagine what that would be like.

"Also I must ask you. What am I supposed to address you as? I know what your name is because they called it during the lotto to determine my sire, but I figure I better get used to calling you what you want to be called.

I am not thrilled at all the possibilities of what the answer to my question might be, but I also understand that if I ever interact with other people, and even if it might be a long time before that happens, that you aren't going to want me to embarrass you so I better know what is expected of me."

Ian looked towards the bottle of blood and downed more of it. "This blood thirst is, well not like anything I imagined."
 
What was Ciaran looking for? That was a very good question. "To survive" He eventually said. "Your behaviour reflects on me. If I don't train you well enough, we will both be punished. All I want out of this is to survive and grow stronger" It was as honest as he could be.

He didn't crave anything carnally. All he wanted was to continue the life he had built for himself. Ian was an unexpected addition but one he would have to make room for.

Ciaran thought about what he should be called and sighed, thinking about what would be expected. "Just avoid saying my name for name, we'll work on something more later" He decided, not willing to make a choice now. He would definitely come up with something but, for now, just avoiding his name around those in this home would be fine.

"It never is. No one expects it" He said, watching as he drank another bottle. "I have ordered your fridge to be stocked well and frequently but should you run low, let me know" He would either feed him himself or supply more. Whatever was the easiest option at the time.
 
A young servant, a man named Henry, that had proven to be just a little too helpful since Lucas gifted him to Ciaran, came to the door and barged in holding a cell phone that if Ciaran looked close enough he would notice was left on speaker phone. He had this look on his face like it was important enough to risk being punished for.

"Excuse me, master." Henry said. "Lucas Sangrey is on the phone for you and he insists that you answer him immediately. He seems to be in a very bad mood. Not that Lucas is ever in a good mood, but, a particularly bad mood."

Henry gave the phone to Ciaran, looking over at Ian. "Oh you must be the hunter. Nice to meet you. I am Henry. I expected you to be wearing a little less."

Ian did not answer, and forced himself not to smile. He was not sure if he should talk to the human or not, and he certainly did not want Lucas to hear him say anything if he was on speaker phone.
 
Ciaran sighed when Henry barged into the room, taking the phone from the human with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't sure what he thought of this boy. "How may I help" He asked, answering the call.

He wasn't sure what he was being called for. He had just turned the hunter. He had expected to be left alone for a long time so he could tame the hunter and bring him into the fold gently. Perhaps that wasn't Lucas' plan though. Perhaps he wanted more of a speedy entrance.

"I'm surprised to hear from you, my Prince" He said a moment after, speaking his mind. "Is there something wrong?" He didn't think he had done anything wrong as of yet. Although, the Prince could easily declare he had done something even if he hadn't. His word was law and Ciaran was just a pawn in his games.
 
"I hope you are settling in well with that maggot." Lucas replied. "I need him questioned about the Order of the Black Rose, and the rest of his group of hunters. I want a list of the names and addresses of everyone that he knows and identifying information such as where they work, and aliases and things of this nature. We cannot read his mind, you may have noticed. I do not know why. I would try to question him but I am more likely to win a lotto I did not enter."

"Also you may tell him that I have the names addresses and personally identifiable information about his family and friends. Its not the group I wish to eliminate, however...."

Ian had to literally bite his tongue in order to keep from saying something.

"Oh by the way. I also want to get to know you better, so you are going to throw a party for me." Lucas declared. "Ian is to be there. I will expect him to be on his best behavior. You have three days to prepare him. I know that is not much time, but it is going to have to be enough." The prince said.
 
Was Ciaran settling in well? He wasn't sure. Ian was behaving and actually talking to him, but he knew that the Prince's words would anger him and he wasn't sure what would happen after that. He knew that his entire purpose was to get information, to assist their clan and destroy those that would seek to end them. Having him say it out loud in such a way was a surprise. Surely he knew that Henry had him on speaker?

He would have to get some information about the hunters to please Lucas.

A party...Three days was certainly not enough and the idea itself put him on edge. This was his first test he could tell. How quickly could he tame the hunter? They would all see for themselves.

"Of course, I will see it done" He agreed, sounding calm and confident despite his own emotions. "I'll have invitations sent tomorrow" He ended the call with his usual pleasantries and handed the phone to Henry. "Leave us" They had some things to talk about and having the over eager servant there would only cause issues.
 
Henry bowed to Ciaran and said. "Yes, master, of course master." With that he exited the room and then Ian and Ciaran were left alone. It was quiet as the grave while Ciaran continued his conversation with the prince, but that silence was to be short lived.

Once he was sure that the phone was hung up, Ian blurted out. "That son of a bitch. Basically he is forcing me to trade the lives of those I love for the lives of those I used to work with. Clever bastard." He balled his hands into fists briefly cutting into his flesh with his nails. He was very upset obviously.

"Anyway if you get me some paper I will write down the names and addresses and aliases of these people, and the address of the Mother house of the order." Ian continued. "Anything else I should add or that you wish to say to me?"
 
Ciaran sighed, happy that Ian managed to hold in his anger whilst he was on the phone. He had expected the outburst but could appreciate that it came when Lucas was no longer on the line. He could deny that the situation sucked, but Lucas had gotten an advantage.

"You would give them so easily? I thought I would have to convince you" Ciaran said, standing up and going to the desk that was in the corner. He got a notebook and a pen and brought it over to Ian. "I suppose when the lives of those you love are at risk, you would do what you have to do"

He wouldn't personally know, he had never been in this sort of situation and hadn't had many people he cared about. "Write it all down" He ordered, knowing that his orders meant little.
 
Ian looked at Ciaran as he spoke his orders and said. "In English, Italian, Braille or Pig Latin?" He paused and said. "Sorry I know that wasn't funny but I am trying to lighten the mood a little because this honestly sucks balls. One moment." Ian replied as he wrote all the information Sangrey had demanded of him and that Ciaran had as well.

He took about ten minutes to do so, and the list was pretty long.
"It is all here. Here we are, I have officially betrayed everyone that I used to work with and for. By the way, I know its very possible he already has all this information. I am aware of this already, and I know if I leave anything out my family and friends are all going to die. "

"By the way I know absolutely nothing about vampire etiquette at dinners like this. I would not be surprised if I am expected to kneel half naked while you feast on someone alive. Whatever I need to do, I need to know before hand. So if we need a rehearsal dinner or something. If you have to put me in chains, whatever it is, I do not plan to fight you. But I do not know how much of his mouth I can deal with before I snap."
 
"French please" Ciaran joked back, understanding that the situation was the worst. Sure, he had it bad with a new vampire he didn't want, but he understood that Ian was in a very tough position. Would he even be accepted back to his hunter clan now he'd been turned?

He sat back down and waited for the list to be finished, raising an eyebrow as he took it. "Anything is useful. It's thorough enough that he shouldn't argue" He mused, glancing over the list. There were a couple of names he recognised and many he didn't.

"I'll gag you, no need to worry about snapping" He said, this time only half joking. A gag wasn't the worst idea. It would prevent him talking and, on one hand show he was training the hunter. Although, it may also show that he wasn't fully in control. He wasn't sure which was the best way to deal with this.
 
"You know," Ian said in reply. "I hate to say it but a gag might not be a bad idea." It was as if he was reading his sire's mind. "However it might not be the best idea either, because he is going to want to see I am under control." Ian sighed and said. "I wish we could put the damn gag on him, but since we cannot do that. If I must."

"By the way. It may not be my place to point it out, but Henry is obviously still somehow in contact with Sangrey. It's obvious." Ian explained.

"Anyway I did not expect to be forced to be in public at a function this soon. I expected the Prince would give you adequate time to train me. Or tame me, or whatever the hell you want to call this education process. I wonder what kind of people will be present. I guess I have to get to know the vampire world eventually. But three days after damnation. Not what I expected by a long shot."
 
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