Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2001 15:12:18 -0800 (PST)
From: NCfan <ngclle@yahoo.com>
Subject: boy-bands/heir to the darkness 7

Disclaimer: I am in no way related to the BSB or do I claim to know their
orientation.  This is a work of pure fiction and does not reflect the
beliefs of the Boys.  Anyone under 18 is advised not to read as this story
contains content of an adult nature.

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Nothing would ever wash our hands of the sins we had committed that day to
the one soul who deserved it the least.  After the torture was complete,
they tied Nick's naked body to a giant pole, high above the stadium
hundreds of feet into the air.  The sun slowly burned into his delicate
skin as the royal family continued their agenda.  But no one was listening
to the Sons nor even the Goddess Mother herself when she started to speak
again.  Only one creature caught the vampires' attention that day . . . the
Prince of the Almans!

Prince . . . Nick was actually a Prince.  All I remembered were stories of
glory and magic.  I never recalled a folklore with this kind of sick,
twisted, dark ending.

"We shall now end the ceremony with the crowning of my eldest Son,
Vladimir!  May he bring upon our race victory and wisdom," the Goddess
Mother announced in her eerie voice.  I had to choke back my disgust at her
statement.  What wisdom could he possibly have when his mind is filled with
sick torture strategies for someone who was defenseless against him?

The fanfare began again . . . this time with the crowds screaming twice as
loud as before, perhaps their fire rekindled by the fact that Nick was
strapped mercilessly to that pole.  My mind raced liked thunder, thinking,
plotting.  But within seconds, I stood up.  It was a strange feeling that
consumed me, strange and enlightening.  I deftly flew to the stadium down
to the pole where they strapped Nick's body.  To my surprise, I was so
quick that not even the guards got to me before I stood my ground below the
pole that carried Nick's body.  I looked up to the royal family in
defiance.

The crowds suddenly hushed in silence at my move, wondering what the hell I
was doing.  I gazed intently at the royal family and raised my voice.  "You
have executed his punishment.  And so you have celebrated your victory.  Do
not ruin this day by prolonging this punishment.  Let the Alman Prince in
my care."  I was glad that my voice did not betray the sadness and disdain
I held within.  I waited for the answer.

But before the royal family responded, I heard the crowds roar again.
"Hey, how come he could ask for that and I couldn't?"

"That's not fair.  Leave the Alman Prince in my care," cried a wretched
female vampire.

"I say burn that oafish thing!" cried out an old vampire.

"We must feed him to the Gringe Monster! He would be good fodder!" cried a
haggard old woman vampire.

"I say he'd make a fine meal for our heroic vampires!" cried a young male
vampire, who drooled as he said that.

"DAMN YOU ALL!" I heard.  It was my voice crying in fury.  Again, I managed
to miraculously silence this sickening crowd.  "You've had your share of
your sick entertainment.  This is not a savage orgy!  We're a race that so
many people actually find mystical.  Yet I don't see anything so noble in
what we have done today."

I was getting too angry to say anything.  I didn't want to say anymore.  I
quickly looked up and gauged the distance between Nick and the ground and
began climbing the pole furiously.  Within ten big pulls, I was by Nick's
side, ripping off the ropes that held his delicate body dangling.  I
slipped one arm around his waist and placed him on my hips.  I turned to
gaze into his lavender eyes, only to see an expression I could not fathom.
He did not cling to me.  He let his hands rest beside his body.  I wanted
to cry, but was afraid to choke it all out.  I didn't know what to tell
him.

As if beyond reason, I turned to face him and leaned in for a gentle chaste
kiss on his lips.  It was the only way I could think of to reassure him
that I was on his side.  But he only turned his face to look at the pole,
perhaps finding it a lot more intriguing than my face at the moment.  I
didn't mind.  I slowly climbed down the pole, never once diverting my eyes
from his soiled face.

We made it to the ground without any problems.  By now, the soldiers had
formed a circle around the pole, eager to fight.  But at that moment,
Vladimir hushed the crowds and beckoned the soldiers to leave me alone.
The stadium became silent as all eyes rested on Nick's soiled body that I
held so gently in my arms.  I made my exit with suppressed anger.

I heard footsteps behind me closely.  But they didn't belong to AJ, Howie
or Kevin.  Strange.  I stopped in my tracks and turned around, still
holding on to Nick's body with both of my arms, his barren skin pressed
hard against my clothes.

"So you've brashly defied the royal family," Vincent smiled sinisterly.
"Not so smart, yet not too stupid."

I let my fury slide because my soul goal was to get Nick back to the hotel
safely.  Vincent was an obstacle I could do without.  "I couldn't say the
same for you.  You're just plain stupid."

Vincent snarled viciously.  "You want to take Nickolas, but you forget who
really owns him."

This was ridiculous.  Nick?  Being owned?  I snorted and turned around.
This conversation sickened me.  I felt Nick shudder against my body and
realized that up till now, he was still unclothed.  However, I didn't want
to release my grip on him, so I merely held him tighter, pushing his body
into mine.

"Do not force me to use black magic to retrieve his body from you," Vincent
cried out venomously.

I whipped around in fury.  "If you wanted him so bad, why didn't you stand
up to the royal family?  Why wait until I did something?  You don't deserve
to take him home!"

Before I knew to duck, a wave of deadly energy hit me square on the jaw,
forcing me and Nick to part.  Both of us landed with a terrible thump.  I
didn't mind the pain, but I was infuriated that Nick was hurt in the
process.

I summoned my innermost rage, not really sure where that would get me, but
I was desperate to try something.  To my surprise, a bolt of lightning
escaped my fingertips and took Vincent by surprise, knocking him down to
the dirt and nearly making him unconscious.  I quickly made my way to Nick,
only to see his lavender eyes widening in confusion.

"Brian?" he asked weakly.

I smiled excitedly.  "Nick!  You're okay?"  Stupid question, but I needed
to keep him talking.

He blushed wildly at his nude state.  That was when I heard AJ's and
Kevin's voice screaming madly.  "RUN!!!!!"

I looked up in horror to see an entire mob racing towards me and Nick.  I
gulped nervously before running up to Nick and pulling him in the direction
of the gates of Sangria.  We ran as if each breath were our last.  I tried
to use my levitation powers and thankfully, it worked.  Before long, we
were nearing the gates, Nick's hand grossly entwined in mine.  I gave him a
gentle squeeze before we bursted out of the gates of Sangria and into the
forest, all the while not realizing that AJ, Kevin and Howie were right
behind us, giving us the extra burst of energy.

We ran for about one minutes when I realized that the mob did not follow us
out the gates.  Funny.  They were so gungho about following us.  What made
them change their minds?

*******************

After what felt like a day, we all made it to a hidden cave, buried under a
huge forest.  The winds started to settle a little, but the cold seeped
into the atmosphere pretty fast.  I looked at Nick and saw his skin
crawling with goosebumps.  Before I could offer him my shirt, Kevin had
offered Nick his jacket, making me rather envious as Nick grabbed it
gratefully.

"Thanks," Nick whispered before turning around and placing the jacket
around his waist.  I tried my best not to stare, but my will was as strong
as a flimsy leaf.  I stared.

"So, are ya hungry?" Howie asked uncomfortably.

"What do you think?" AJ mumbled in reply.

At this moment, Nick swallowed and offered his blood.  "If you guys are
hungry, you can try to drink some of mine."

All of us stared hungrily at his neck, but none of us budged.  "Uh, maybe
we shouldn't.  We can go hunting!" Kevin suggested.

"Uh, yeah, hunting," AJ replied disappointedly.  I guess he wanted to taste
Nick badly.

I didn't though.  Nick was exhausted.  He needed to recover.  We had to get
him something to eat.  "Why don't we go ahead and hunt," I took the
initiative.

Nick nodded and was about to head out of the cave when I held him back.
"Woah there, bud.  You're staying in here where it's safe.  The rest of us
will go."

"But shouldn't someone look after him?" Howie asked.

Kevin looked at me.  "Why don't you, Brian.  The rest of us can handle
this."

I nodded gratefully.  "Thanks guys."  I was not going to fight that
decision.  I quickly urged Nick to sit back in the cave while the others
left.

We sat in silence for quite a while as I pondered something intelligent or
touching to say.  My mind drew a blank.

"Thanks," Nick whispered.

I hung my head in shame.  "I'm sorry about what happened today.  I know it
probably doesn't mean much to you now, but I truly . . . "

"Don't."  Nick's voice suddenly became eerie.  "Don't apologize for them.
I don't want to hear it."

My tongue froze as I felt Nick's anger deeply.  I was actually afraid of
him at that moment.

Nick sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position.  "I'm just tired
today."

I failed to respond to his statement and the silence pervaded the
atmosphere.

Nick looked at me with a hurt expression.  "You seem a little distant."

I cringed at his choice of words.  "Same to you."

"Listen, Brian.  You . . . should be careful.  Your people should not try
to taunt the Almans any further.  I don't think that a bloodbath will solve
anything."  Nick's voice was quiet, lulling.

I raised my face sharply to peer at his eyes, only to see an unreadable
face.  "It's a war that I have no control over.  I guess we can only blame
it on our ancestors."

Nick became quiet all of a sudden.  I felt my hairs stand on end.  We had
never had problems carrying a conversation before.  So what had changed?

Nick looked at me, as if analyzing every wrinkle on my face.  Then, in his
soft-spoken voice, he said, "Your race dwells on the past too much."

I opened my mouth, but held my tongue.  In a way, I wanted to argue with
him.  It was a nationalism thing.  But I thought about what he had gone
through today and felt too undeserving to counter it.

Instead, I changed the subject.  "So why have you killed so many of our
kind?  They don't call you the soul-snatchers for nothing.  Tell me why and
how you ruined them!"

Nick sighed.  "I need to defend myself.  There is no other way."

I looked at him, a little more critically than I had wanted.  "But you
lured them in the first place, and then you kill them for approaching you?"

I was sorry the moment those words escaped my mouth.  I waited for Nick's
response nervously.  He stared at me nervously.  "I never intended to lure
anyone.  I . . . "

"Nick, don't explain.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to accuse you of anything.
I just don't know why we have to be enemies."

Nick suddenly looked up, rather startled.  "I didn't think we were to that
point yet.  We aren't enemies, are we?"

I had to pause to think.  "No, we aren't," I mumbled weakly.

The silence was overwhelming by now.  I sensed the fragility in Nick's
spirit now, the uncertainty. Nick looked at me cautiously, as if disturbed
by my subtle invasion of his mind.

"So what are you planning to do now?" I asked, trying to break up the
tension.

"I'm at your mercy," Nick said softly, his voice sounding like he had
surrendered already.

"You know that's not true," I urged.

Nick gazed into my eyes, as if challenging me.  "Then I will go back home."

I stared at him sadly.  That's right.  He had to go back to the Almans, had
to warn them to prepare for a nasty bloodbath so that they could kill all
the vampires in return.  Or maybe, I could convert him . . . make him fall
in love with me . . . make him love the vampire race as his own.  Why not?
He already had our blood running through his veins.  He was now a hybrid.
How could his people accept him now, knowing that we planted our seed in
him?

I walked over to sit closer to him.  I let my hands slide up his thigh
until they found his hands resting comfortably on his lap.  I had to seduce
him.  I needed him to love me.  Maybe then, we could change from being
enemies to friends.  I pulled his hands until they were millimeters from my
lips and I kissed them ever so gently.  He smelled so good.  I hungered for
his blood so bad, but I didn't let my fangs dig into his soiled skin.
"Then I will go with you."

Nick quickly pulled his arm away.  "Why?"

Why?  What did that mean?  I quickly looked at his face, only to see the
expression of a young boy who did not know the power of his attractiveness.
Every inch of his body was crying out to be touched, yet he was completely
ignorant of it.  Huh.  Typical teenager.  Clueless.  Blonde.  Just because
he was Alman prince didn't mean that he was sharp.  "I want to be with you.
Nick . . . I like you a lot."  I didn't want to say love and scare his
already violated body away from me.

"What about Kevin, Howie and AJ?" Nick bit his lip uncertainly.

"I'll leave it up to them.  But seeing as they also kinda helped me rescue
you, they're probably banished from Sangria as well."

I thought he was going to jump up and run away from me, but instead, he had
a small smile on his face.  "You might regret this some day."

I smirked.  "Well, that some day is not today."

Nick simply stared into the fire.  "When that day comes, I'll remind you of
what you said today."

I felt my heart skip a few beats.  Something about the way he said that
line made my skin crawl.  "You're scaring me."

Nick smiled.  "I have every intention of scaring you.  You're no longer
living in a sheltered world, Brian."  Then, Nick's expression saddened.
"You'd wish your parents were here to help you out, to show you some love."

I tried to hug Nick, realizing that our vampire race had pretty much
destroyed his confidence, his modesty.  I felt him shiver under my embrace.
Why did he have to suffer so much more than anybody else?  I felt something
hot on my skin as I realized that Nick's tears were falling freely onto my
body.  I was scared, scared that he would lose his mind.

I gently pulled him back.  "Nick, back at the stadium, you . . . said
something about your people, that we would wait a long time for your
people's punishment.  What did you mean by that?"

Nick looked at me with an emotion that I couldn't fathom.  "Do you think
that by having the royal family completely humiliate me that my parents
will come and save me?  Brian, they have took my virginity away.  They
stole my wholeness.  Plus, I now carry the blood of a vampire.  The penalty
for converting is eternal torture!"

I swallowed, afraid to even ask what kind of torture was in store for him.
"Then, what did you mean when you said that you're going home?"

Nick's expression softened.  "Back to the U.S., back to where we had a fun
life!  I mean I don't have to sing again.  I'll be content to just go back
to my home in Florida.  And I must do that before word of my rape gets back
to my people.  They'll be furious with me once they've found out."

I had to stop him.  "How do you know your parents will try to hurt you.
They're probably worried about you."

Nick's eyes changed from their nice lavender to a mysterious gray.
"Instinct."  I knew he was lying!  I could tell by the waver in his voice.
He was holding something back, but I couldn't tell why.

"So you wanna go back home, huh?" I repeated stupidly.

Nick nodded his head.  "I thought I could change the stars, thought I could
change my fate.  I believed that if I wanted a normal life enough, that I
would get it.  I never wanted it to be this way, Brian.  But it's starting
to happen all over again."

"What's starting to happen?" I asked nervously.

Nick looked at me sharply.  "The next big step in evolution.  Everything
happens in a step-wise manner.  A catastrophe occurs, and then we adapt.
That's what defines Earth."

I started to shudder, wishing that Nick was only being delusional.  "So
. . . something bad is going to happen soon?"

Nick suddenly leaned into me, his head resting on my shoulders.  "Brian?"
he whispered.  "Will you always remember me this way?"  He snaked his arms
around my waist.

"Nick!" I chuckled.  "I'm always going to love you!"  But then, I thought
about what he said and frowned.  "You're not going to die!"

"No."  Nick answered disappointedly.  "Unfortunately not."  With that, he
pulled away leaving me in utter confusion.  His eyes became a purposeful
emerald this time, which made my muscles start to twitch, especially in my
groin area.  What kind of an effect was he having on me?

"So . . . ummmm . . . when do we leave this place?" I asked timidly, trying
to hide the lust that was surfacing in my mind.  It was as if Nick could
turn on and off sexuality like turning a light switch on and off.

"Once the others get back," Nick answered absentmindedly.  But then, he
looked at me carefully, and said, "Oh, sorry."  His eyes turned from an
emerald to a lavender again, and the intense horniness that I felt went
away, only to be replaced by a strong desire to touch him.

"What just happened?" I asked him.

He looked at me sheepishly.  "Apparently, my body produces an aura that
evokes lust in the people around me.  It just takes a lot of energy to
suppress that aura.  Sorry about that."

"So when your eyes changes colors, that's what that means?" I asked, really
confused now.

Nick shook his head.  "No, the change in my eye color means something
different.  No, I usually am able to suppress the aura, but when I lose my
focus, I sometimes, forget . . . and you know . . . "  Nick blushed.

"Well, I don't think you're suppressing your aura enough," I said as I
embarrassingly look down at my raging, throbbing proof of my lust.

Nick blushed even more and looked another way.  I wanted relief.  As
inappropriate as it may sound, I wanted him to do that relieving.  But
before I had the chance to vocalize my innermost desires, he walked to the
opening of the cave and muttered, "I'll give you some privacy."

I stared in total disbelief at his immaturity!  How could he?  This was an
outrage.  Was he not sensitive to all of this?  Did he just walk out on me?
But then, I became more rational.  I knew I couldn't rush into an intimate
relationship with him too soon.  He was too fragile.  But I couldn't help
thinking that maybe, once he's recovered from all of this, that he would
one day accept my love.

I smiled, thinking that in a way, his action was cute, naive, simplistic.
Funny.  In all the years I've known him, I've never seen him in such a
different light.

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