Just a quick intro to a story I will be attempting to write. I will be drawing the characters at some point.


The boy walked down the cold street, deep in thought. Angrily he kicked a small pebble, like it was going to make him feel better. His deep blue/Grey eyes blended in with the rain falling from the sky. His clothing dark and soaked, but he didn't seem to mind as he kept trudging along. 'He only wants to tease me... ' He thought to himself, punching a nearby wall. Suddenly all his anger turned to sadness, tears slowly made their way from reddening eyes. His heart pounded heavily in his chest and leaning against a wall he slid to the concrete ground. Killian pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them tightly, his salty tears dripping down his face now. He was madly in love with his liege, but the cold blooded bastard only teased his emotions and feelings towards him. The vampire would touch him tenderly while he had fed and a little after, but nothing would progress more then kissing and a little soft and rough touching. The young boy didn't understand why the man liked to torment him. It was EXTREMELY obvious the boy was in love. He punched one of his legs roughly and felt more tears rush out as his fist made contact. Why was he chosen to be HIS blood doll.... of all the vampires.... His arms crossed and his hands tightly clenched his soft arm, nails digging into the flesh roughly.


    "Killian. What are you doing out here?" A soft voice spoke as a tall man walked over to the boy. Killian recognized his voice and looked up to see a young looking man with long purple hair. It was another vampire from the coven his liege belonged to.

    "Rage.... I... I'm just spending.... some quality time with myself..." He didn't dare look the other man in the piercing green eyes, it was disrespectful unless he requested Killian to do so. The boy made sure to keep his thoughts clear, because Rage could read every little detail in his mind because of the slight amount of blood Rage had consumed from him a long while ago. The vampire had tried so hard for Killian to become his own blood doll, but they denied him because of his strong feelings towards the boy and history to rip apart boys he's been with. Killian had always kept his distance from the other male since he learned of his past, the vampire was obsessed with the feeling of the bodies last spasms of life around him.

    "I seance you're afraid of me. You've nothing to fear, you know me... perhaps more then I let most know." His voice was so soft and soothing, he knelt down next to Killian's right side and touched his shoulder softly, brushing some of the boy's stray blond strands of hair from his face. "Killian." When he said the boy's name, it sounded so comforting and lulled the boy closer. Rage leaned in and breathed softly in Killian's ear and his pale left hand touched the boy's pink right cheek tenderly. Long slender fingers cold, but his face was just as cold from the night air. Goosebumps covered the boy's right leg as the soft air from the vampire's lips caressed his ear. The vampire's sharp claw rings lightly touching the boy's frail flesh, he leaned a little more in and kissed the boy's cheek. Not even the vampire could control his urges from the other as his own body got shivers and heat traveled to his groin.

    "You tempt me Killian.... So much.... and your liege is far away on a trip with some of the elders.... You've not told me to stop." The boy couldn't tell the other no in the fragile state of mind he was in, he just longed to be wanted. Killian was nothing to Lillan, his liege, but a blood doll. There were no rules against him getting close to another, let alone a vampire.

    "Rage.... " The boy quietly said, almost sounding more like begging. The vampire wrapped his strong arms around the boy and lifted him up, Killian hugged the taller man tightly. Rage carried him down the street to the coven, the boy hadn't strayed too far from home. Along the way, Rage placed many kisses on the boys face and neck, his body begging for the blood inside the boy's body. It was only natural for his thirst to always be bothering him, especially when around a human. Killian stayed quiet most of the time, his eyes closed. He longed to feel the other man's soon to be hot flesh against his own, but he still felt like crap inside because of Lillan.

    As they neared the doors, Rage set the boy on his feet and opened the door and stretched an arm to let the boy know to go first. His foot steps felt heavy, it might have been his soaked clothing, but he bet it was because of his emotions.