Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 11:42:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Underground Angel: Part Eight by Zane Hunter Green

This story is copyright by the author. It can not be placed on a for pay
site. It is a fantasy, and is not about anyone real. It has minor
characters, and is intended only for a mature audience. Comments are very
welcome and appreciated at ZaneG7@excite.com Flames will go up in smoke.


Sashcha took the clothes from the man.

"Well aren't you going to thank me boy, we can't have you walking around in
rags, do get changed! Yarrow commanded, "unless you want me to do it for
you."

"May I go into the bathroom for some privacy?" Sashcha asked.

"No, you have nothing that I haven't seen before! Stop dawdling!"

Sashcha slowly peeled his clothes off with the audience of several men
watching him. Normally he wasn't ashamed of his body, but to have it the
center of attention was uncomfortable. He was almost tempted to tease them
and shake his behind that several eyes were glued to, but he was afraid that
would be a very bad mistake. They could easily force him down on the bed. No
it would be a bad idea to make any type of gesture at all. As soon as he was
completely nude Yarrow took his clothes from him. He reached out for the new
outfit but Yarrow held it forward and then pulled it away.

"You want clothes little one, you must ask sweetly."

"Yarrow, I can't exactly go outside in New York undressed."

"Then you know how to thank me properly."

"Thank you Sir, may I please have the clothes."

"A boy who is truly pleased with a gift would kiss the giver."

"And if I don't?'

"No clothes."

Sascha sighed and then went over to Yarrow, got on his tiptoes and reached
up to kiss his cheek."

"On the mouth, and with some feeling little one."

Sashcha reached up and pressed his pink lips against the man's hungry ones.
He felt a tongue snake into the doorway of his sealed lips and ram into the
passage. Yarrow used his tongue to explore the soft interior of the boy's
palette, pushing the boy's delicate pink tongue aside. Before he could
decide if it was worth the risk of punishment to use his teeth to bit down
on the intruding tongue, Yarrow slipped it out, gave the boy a hard kiss on
the lips, and said.

"That was nice, we will get to play more later, now we have an important
package to retrieve."

"Sir," one of the bodyguards asked. "How are we going to take the boy back
into the tunnels without drawing attention?

"Good question Mortani," Yarrow answered, we won't be the ones to take
Sashcha back beyond the subway. I have a special escort picked out for him."

"Who?" Mortani asked

"Let's just say that his friend is wandering around the train station now,
and is about to have a rather vampish adventure that will leave him hot, and
wired."

"I see." Mortani answered.

"Actually, you can see. I have the abandoned rail car outfitted with video
equipment. Come here Sashcha sit on my lap, we'll watch your friend Kurt
together." Oren led the boy to Yarrow who was sitting in a velvet chair
looking at a video screen." I wonder if you'll like your friend as much when
you see him in action."

Sashcha was eased into a position on Yarrow's lap where he could feel the
man's breathe in his hair, and one hand cupped between his legs. Sashcha
knew better than to try and twist away, he would only encourage Yarrow to
hold him firmer. Ever since they had arrived in New York their relationship
had changed. The man who had once been so kind to him and his father was now
possessive and menacing. He remembered that once he had been attracted to
Yarrow. Yarrow knew that Sashcha liked men, and was the only one who would
talk to him about it, telling him that his feelings were natural in some
boys.

Sahcha went on to tell him some of his secrets, and read some of the poems
that tugged his heart. He was too inexperienced to know that like all kinds
of people, there were those who would love him, and those that only cared
for themselves. Yarrow was power hungry and as soon as Sashcha guessed he
only was fodder for the man's ambitions he was no longer interested in
sharing. Unfortunately Yarrow was still attracted to him. Sashcha knew it
was only for his looks and who he was. Instead of serving Sashcha now, he
was under Yarrow's mercy. Sashcha shut his eyes so he didn't have to look at
the video screen. He hated to see people trapped.

				    -*-

"Where are we going? I asked the vampish teen."

"Not too far, we will squeeze under the gate, and go into a back track where
they house some of the off-line cars. One of them in where my family sleeps.
We will help you dress like one of us so no one will bother you. That coat
stinks! It's too heavy to get around the tunnels anyway!

I was trying different fashion statements of late but somehow I couldn't
imagine myself in the vampire look. I was going to very cautious around his
"family"

"Don't you sleep in a coffin, ahhh?" he had not told me his name yet. "Can I
ask you your name. I am Kurt by the way."

"Mooncalf"

"Your name is mooncalf?"

"Yeah, I was going to be named moonbull, but mooncalf sounded better."

I didn't want to tell him that a mooncalf was the village idiot. Anyway I
followed Mooncalf trying hard not to laugh. Somehow I didn't think laughing
at a vampire was a good idea, especially when upon arriving at the train, I
was vastly outnumbered.

The train was dark on the outside, the windows blackened over. It was at the
end of the line of stored trains and looked like it had been removed from
inventory for some time. Inside there was electric light, which surprised
me. About five males and two females were sitting around watching a small
portable TV set. There were food wrappers on the floor, and several
mattresses. This was hardly the stuff that fear was made of. I felt more
pity. These vamps should all be home. They almost looked sweet in their dark
clothes, black lipsticks and endless piercing. I thought about using them in
a commercial about energy bars, or laundry detergent. They certainly looked
like they could use the money. For a second I got chills wondering if they
were of the same group that had mugged me several nights ago, but I thought
no, that couldn't be possible. Besides, they were going to help me, now

Two of the males looked older than the rest. They were dressed as
outlandishly, but when they talked they had that perfect mid-western dialect
that radio announcers nation wide inflects, I grew suspicious.

As soon as I entered the door they were all over me. Hands were caressing
and swiftly undressing me.

"Uhh we haven't been formally introduced." I said as my coat was unbuttoned
and I felt deft hands on my tight jeans."

"You need to relax, we have to initiate you."

Ahh I came here for help with finding my way around the tunnels It is kind
of you to extend your hospitality, and offer me a position in your select
company, but I am not the joining sort."

"Hush, you'll like it."

"No, I really don't think this is my thing. Not that you're not a good group
of vampires or a rock and roll band, or whatever you are but I really must
be going. I don't have time to join. Maybe I can find my way on my own."

I was naked and hands were exploring everywhere. It made me almost long for
the tearoom.

"I really am not enjoying this, can I have my clothes back, OUCH! WHAT WAS
THAT!"

I felt something sharp enters my left nipple. When I looked down I saw a
tiny metallic ring lodged in my tender raw skin.

"You've been wired."

"What?"

"It's an explosive. If you take it off you trigger the fuse, you blow."

"Why?"

"Because we have a job for you to do, a little boy has lost his treasure.
You are going to help him find it. You are now wired to a radio transmitter,
if you don't believe me watch."

The television shifted its station. Now it was closed current. I could see
the leader of the goons that broke into my house. He was sitting on a plush
chair and on his lap was Sash."

"Hello, Kurt are you having fun at the little party I've arranged for you?
Well the guest of honor is soon to arrive and then you will go on a little
treasure hunt. If you don't enjoy my fun and games you will be the party
cracker, get it, so be a good boy and leave the donkey ring alone. Here I
think Sashcha has something to say to you."

"Kurt, he's serious, please wait for me. They are bringing me to you..."

The screen went dark.