Justin’s POV I open my eyes slowly and frown when I feel a slight pinch in my arm. I feel the blood rushing through my veins and it feels so good. I want more and more but eventually it stops. I move my head up to look what’s going on and find Morris pulling the needle out. “What are you doing?” I ask him. His head snaps to look at me and he opens his eyes wide. “I’m giving you blood.” “Why?” I ask. “So you’ll heal,” he whispers. “It’s the master’s blood.” I frown. “No way!” I yell at him. Goddamn it! I don’t want his blood. “Damn, you woke up,” he says and I can see he’s really surprised. I sit up with difficulty. What the fuck is going on? Where the hell am I? And why the hell is Morris here taking care of me? I haven’t seen the man in so long. Then it dawns of me that they must have grabbed me after I hit the pavement. I thought Brian would have left me there or finish me off. I sigh feeling so sore. This is one of those days where I wouldn’t mind if I was dead…the kind where you’re six feet under and no hopes of ever coming back. “Are you hungry?” Morris asks me. “I can get you more blood.” I frown because I actually am. I’m starving like never before and that only scares me. I don’t drink from humans or animals. Back at the mansion William had a special drug for me. It would make my blood multiply or something and I could be sustained like that. Now I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do. I have to get out of here. “Or I can bring something fresh,” he tells me and smirks. “A nice pretty brunette.” The bastard knows that I would starve to dead before killing anyone. I shake my head and look at my body. I’m still healing I can feel it. “I don’t want anyone.” Morris frowns. “What do you mean? You must be starving, Justin. I’ll make sure she’s fresh and…” “Fuck off,” I tell him. What the hell is his problem? “I won’t hurt anyone.” Morris looks at me like I’m from another planet. “What?” he asks while giving me a confused look. “How long I’ve been sleeping?” I ask him. Morris laughs at that. “You’ve been out of it for three years Justin.” “What?” I ask shocked out of my mind. It can’t be. This can’t be right. “What happened to me?” “After you fell you were screwed up pretty badly,” he tells me. “I fixed you the best I could. But you hit your head and cracked the skull. I didn’t think you would ever come back.” “I didn’t fall,” I snap at him. “Brian pushed me. There is a big difference.” “I fixed your bones and kept them together so they could heal,” he says ignoring my outburst. “I did the same with your skull. Seeing you up, I can’t help but think you would have woken up sooner if…” Morris says and smiles at me. “The master got impatient and he would come here and yell at you to wake up and then beat the shit out of you. Then I would have to put you back together again and again.” I’m not surprised at all. Brian is the beat them while they’re down kind of guy. I groan as I stand up and start walking. I’m naked and I look around for my clothes. “He took them away,” Morris informs me. “I gave up trying to dress you.” I hate him so much. I don’t want to think about what he did to me while I was out of it. I know he’s sick enough to take advantage of me while I my body was still healing. “Apparently the puppy couldn’t keep his hands away from you,” Morris says. “What?” I ask. “The puppy would come here and get you naked,” Morris said laughing. “Brian would be running after him telling him to stop touching you. He gets jealous like that.” “What are you talking about?” I ask him. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” God, how I wish I could kill Brian again. I don’t know what I am going to do. I don’t have my guns or my sword, no way of protecting myself. I don’t even know where I am. Then I start to freak out when Morris gets up from the stool he was on. I know he’s going to inform Brian that I have woken up. I can’t have that. I go to him and before he knows what’s going on I break his neck. He’s not dead. Not unless I actually decapitate him. He’s going to heal and be very pissed when he can walk again. I get his clothes and get out of the room. I scan the hallway back and forth. I don’t know where to walk to so I let my instincts kick in. I know is dark outside and after a couple of turns I find a window at the end of the hall. I hear someone screaming and I stop. I have to go help whoever it is, but I can’t. I have to think about getting out of here. After a few minutes of thinking about it I decide to go see what’s going on. I turn back but then whoever was screaming has stop. I sigh and go back to where I found the window. I start running for it and then my plans for escape are turn down when someone jumps on my back. I turn around and push whoever it is away. I groan because whoever it was bit my shoulder and it hurts. “The puppy got something,” Michael says laughing. I stare at Michael who is holding a chain and I follow it. There is a bad feeling in my gut and then I see who the “puppy” is. Kevin looks at me showing me his fangs and hissing. He licks his lips and smiles widely. I get up and I’m sad that this happened to Kevin but I can’t save him now. I am about to jump but stop myself. I can’t leave him here. I go after Michael instead. I punch him as hard as I can. “You fucker!” Michael yells. “Let’s go, Kevin,” I tell him. Then Michael pounces on me. I try to fight him but he’s too strong and I’m very weak at the moment. “Master is going to be very please,” he tells me and starts dragging me by the hair. He bends down and picks the chain and starts pulling Kevin with him while he drags me. I try to get free but it’s useless. When the fuck did he got so strong? I don’t care if he rips my hair off as long as I manage to get away. He pulls us all the way to the living room. “What the fuck is going on?” Brian asks very angry as he stands up from the sofa. I hear him sniffing and then a guttural growl emanates from him. “What did you do to him, Michael?” “I didn’t do anything, sire,” Michael answers and then pushes me at Brian’s feet. “The puppy was the one that hurt him.” “He needs to be punished then,” Brian drawls with a smile. “He has to learn that no one hurts Justin but me,” he says and walks over to Kevin. He punches him hard a few times before letting the boy’s battered body fall down. I close my eyes and feel the tears threatening to come out. I don’t want to be trapped in this world again. “No hurting!” Kevin yells at me and Brian laughs. “That’s right, Kevin,” Brian whispers. “No hurting Justin.” Kevin moves forward and starts to lick my face. Ugh! This is definitely not happening. Brian growls at him and Kevin looks at the brunet and pulls back. Kevin is pouting as he backs away. Since the beginning Brian was always very adamant about who could touch me. If I count him plus everyone that is close to him, it makes a total of one person that can touch me. Him. He’s the only one that can put his hands on me and do whatever he wants, like torture me again and again. There was one time when Ben tried to rape me and when Brian caught him he tortured him for months telling him that I was his property and no one else’s. After that Ben’s always watched over me. For that I was always grateful but it really didn’t matter. No one can do anything to me that Brian hasn’t already tried. He is so sick. He gets so much pleasure making me suffer. “Get up, Justin,” Brian instructs. I look at Michael who is staring at the floor. He’s always showing his respect for our sire. Then I look at Kevin who is smirking knowing that I’m in big trouble. He’s just squatting there licking his bloody lips as if he was really a dog. Then I turn to look at Brian yet again. “Fuck off!” Brian laughs his heart out. I think this is the first time I’ve seen him laughing. I have seen him grinning and smiling like a fool whenever he’s torturing me but never laughing. I don’t know if to be scared or relieved. He kneels in front of me and slowly crawls on top of me. He’s being very gentle as he caresses me and pushes me all the way back on the floor. “My little golden boy is back,” Brian whispers in my ear. He holds me by the neck and gets me naked even though I’m fighting him with all my might. He looks up at Michael and tells him to go and take Kevin with him. I look around trying to see something that I can defend myself with. When we’re alone Brian straddles me. His hands slowly caress my chest and keep going down. Then I start screaming in pain when he digs his fingers on my waist. I try to pull away but I can’t and he cuts me with his nails. It’s so painful and I can’t help but let the tears fall. I’m back in this hell with no one to help me. “Hurt him, daddy,” I hear Kevin say and laughing. He must have been hiding. “Hurt him like me,” he says as if it was some kind of game. “Leave!” Brian yells as he glares at Kevin. “I’m going to make you pay you little shit,” he hisses at me. “I’m going to make you wish you were never born.” He’s a little too late for that. I have wished that for so long now. He gets up and then pulls me by the hair. What is with everyone and my hair today? I don’t go along nicely. He drags me to his bedroom and all the way I’m kicking and screaming. He throws me on the bed and I hiss and get ready to fight him off. Brian goes and closes the door. Slowly he starts taking off his clothes and I can’t help but feel weak in his presence. I close my eyes briefly and try to control the hunger. When I open my eyes again Brian is staring at me. He doesn’t look like he’s going to attack but that doesn’t make me lower my guard. “Come here,” he tells me. “No,” I say. Brian sucks his lower lip inside his mouth and I know he’s thinking what to do next. “You need to eat,” he says. “Eat from me.” “Gross!” I yell at him. That seems to infuriate him and he doesn’t think what to do anymore. He jumps in bed and gets on top of me and starts to strangle me. I don’t need to breathe but it still hurts like a bitch to have all your muscles being push together like this. Then he stops and grins. Sometimes he looks like a little kid when he grins like that. He gets this look and for a moment you think this man…thing…would never hurt you and you can be safe in his arms but I lived long enough with him to know better. Brian moves away and gets off the bed. He looks around and then walks over to the dresser. He leans into the mirror and pushes his hair back. I laugh and get up. He turns his head to look at me with a raise brow. “What?” Brian asks me. “You’re nothing but a self centered monster!” I yell. “Are you trying to offend me?” Brian asks before he turns to look himself on the mirror once again. I start walking to the door to get away from him. Sometimes Brian wouldn’t do anything to me for days. I could walk around the house, read a book or draw without Brian bothering me. For a moment I thought it would be like those times but he moves in front of me and shakes his index finger. “You’re not going anywhere, Justin,” he tells me. “Kill me,” I tell him. Brain frowns. “What?” “You know I’m never ever going to do what you want,” I tell him. “Don’t you know I hate you with all my being? You’re a fucking monster! I’m never going to bow at you and call you sire! You disgust me!” Brian punches me so hard that for a second I think he’s managed to rip my head off. No such luck. I open my eyes and see him looking for something in one of the drawers and then he turns around holding a dagger. I don’t even have time to get away before he starts stabbing the hell out of me like this is a game of whack attack. I manage to punch him as hard as I can and I smile when I see that he’s bleeding. “That’s it,” Brian hisses. “Let it all out little boy.” “Ahh,” a yell comes out of me as I turn us around and start punching him. Brian stabs me on the back and I wail as the pain envelopes me. I hiss at him showing him my fangs. He only laughs and pushes me back. It really hurts because the knife just buries itself deeper. I try to pull it back but before I have the chance Brian kicks me on the side. When he’s done with the delusion that I’m a soccer ball he grabs me and pulls me up. Then he pulls the knife out and pushes me towards the bed. “You know,” he says as he licks my blood from the knife. “I dreamt about all the things I was going to do to you, Justin. I had plenty of time to come with some serious things.” I cringe at the pain throbbing through my body. The wounds are not healing fast enough, I guess because I don’t have enough blood in me. He comes into bed and licks his lips as he spreads my legs. I close my eyes and let him do whatever he wants. I’m tired of this; maybe he’ll get bored and kill me. I cringe when he cuts my stomach with the dagger and then I feel his fingers playing with the blood. “It’s so pretty,” he whispers. “Why did you have to do it, Justin? I don’t understand,” he says coming closer and caresses my face. “Don’t touch me,” I yell. I stare at him and he gives me that fucking smile that I hate so much. It pisses me off and I can’t just lie here like this is not happening. I pull my leg back and kick him square on the chest. He falls back and lands on the floor. “Come here!” he yells as he jumps to the bed. I move to the floor and start running for the door. I don’t care what happens I have to make it there. I’m not stopping for anyone or anything. I was going to go through with my plans but he slams his body into mine. He pins me to the door and laughs maniacally. “Stop it,” I hiss. “All those years I was in hell, Justin,” he tells me. “Do you know what that was like? Knowing that it was you that helped them do that to me,” he hisses. “I bet it killed you that it was me,” I reply. “Some weak little thing like me!” “Oh, Justin,” he whispers. “Tell me if I did something wrong.” He’s done everything wrong in my book. “I still have to punish you later,” he whispers to me. “Let’s have fun now. Let’s celebrate that we’re here together.” I frown not sure what he’s going to do. He’s rubbing my shoulders and I’m getting desperate. Then he lifts my arms as high as he can and then he crosses my wrists and stabs them against the door. I don’t yell but I start crying because it hurts so much and I try to move but can’t. I feel his hands all over my body and I bit down on my lower lip. I feel the blood dripping down my chin and apparently he smells it. I hear him growl with approval before he turns my head and starts licking my face. It is so horrible to feel his tongue all over me. I want to die! “No,” I say when I feel his cock pressing against me. “Stop it! Stop it you fucking monster! Stop it!” Brian kisses me hard and I bite him. That only seems to get him more turn on. Then he moves down and I shut my eyes tight as he pushes the head of his cock inside of me. Then he slams into me and grips my hips tightly. He’s ripping me apart like he used to do before. “How many men did you let touch you while I was gone?” Brian asks me as he starts to fuck me. For a moment all I can do is concentrate on the pain and then it’s gone and I hate these things he makes me feel. I always try not to get hard but it always fails. I remember the first time he took me. He laughed about it and told me what a good little boy I was for cumming all over myself. That’s when my hate for him started. I feel his hands on my cock and I hiss and I growl at him. Then he goes wild and starts moving fast and hard. “Tell me,” Brian whispers. “Who touch you?” “What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask. “Fuck off, Brian!” He groans as he spills his cum inside of me. I try not to cum but it’s useless. He knows how to touch me to make it happen. He pulls away and I think it will be over but apparently he was very serious when he said he was going to make me pay and make me wish I was never born. For a moment nothing happens and then he starts whipping me. I feel as my skin rips open and the blood pours out. I’m so tired and hungry. I try to pull my hands away but can’t. I close my eyes and when I open them again there is nothing but silence. “Justin,” Brian says from behind me. “Welcome back.” I must have passed out. I look up and see the blood that’s still spilling from my wounded wrist and down my arms. I feel so weak. I’m so hungry right now. Then Brian pulls me close and starts caressing the back of my head. “My little golden boy,” he says. “My little naughty boy,” he keeps whispering over my ear. His hands go up and he frees me. I don’t lose a second as I turn around and jump on him. My mouth descends on his neck and I bury my fangs deep in his neck. I start sucking his blood like its water and I’m a thirsty man under the hot sun in the desert. He digs his nails on my back and I know he’s a bit startled. I don’t like this one bit but I’ve never been so hungry in my entire life and he’s there. “Justin,” Brian groans and walks us to the bed. He gets on the bed holding me tightly. I pull back and then get away from him fast. I glare at him. Brian looks at me for a few seconds before he gets off the bed. Then I see how angry he gets and for a moment I wonder if he was enjoying the fact that I was sucking his blood. “How dare you drink from me without my permission?” Brian asks. “How dare you take me like I’m a whore?” I ask shouting like he is. “What?” Brian asks. “What the fuck are you talking about? You…you belong to me,” he informs me. I shake my head as the tears fall. “You are nothing! When they come for you I won’t hesitate to help them. I’ll hold you down and let them cut your head off from you again!” Brian flies towards me and grabs me by the arms. “What is wrong with you?” “Stop!” I shout when he digs his nails into my skin. “What is your problem?” Brian asks his voice so high that I’m sure everyone is hearing him. “Whatever happened to you, Justin?” “Let me go,” I tell him but he’s gone into this blind rage. It wouldn’t be the first time that this happens either. I prepare myself for what’s about to come. “Why can’t you be normal?” Brian asks and slaps me across the face. Is he taking drugs? Normal. Who the fuck can be normal after all the things I’ve been through? How can I be normal being what I am? I try to push him off and he hits me again. Then he throws me against the wall. I grunt as I get up and I attack him. I’m not going to go down easily. I never do. I punch him as hard as I can on the head and he gasps when he almost falls back. That makes me smile because before I could have used a bat and hit him with all my force and he wouldn’t have moved from the spot. I have gotten stronger over the years. Brian pulls me close by my left arm and then sends me flying across the room. I land in front of the fireplace with a grunt. I know he’s coming after me again but I’m too tired to even move. I scream when I feel the sharp pain in my lower back. He just stabbed me with something and I don’t even care what it is as long as he stops. But he doesn’t; he pulls it out and stabs me a few more times. I feel it ripping my skin as it goes in as well as when it comes out. Then he turns me around and I see that he grabbed a fire poker. No wonder it hurt so much. He straddles me and he pulls me by the hair so I look at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Brian asks and starts hitting my head on the floor over and over again. “Why aren’t you like them? Why? What is your fucking problem?! What is your fucking damage?” I try pushing him away but he’s not budging. “Why Justin?” He says like it hurts him. “What happened to you? You’ve always been my golden boy, Jus. Why?!” “Stop it,” I yell with the last of my strength. “Why?!” He asks and then starts punching me. I want to slap him once and point out to him that he’s what happened to me. That everything that falls into his hands becomes nothing. He’s the one hurting me and calling me names. He’s the one that plays with humans and kills the members of his own family. He’s the one with the problem. He’s the one that damaged me. But I don’t, mainly because I’m too hurt and because he keeps hitting me so hard that I slip into unconsciousness.