Timeframe: Alternative Universe AGAIN^_^ Deals in the 1800s, give or take; Cid is rich guy's rebellious son, while Vincent...well, just read... >)

"...vampires are far more parasitical than they are predatory. Both in folklore and among blood-drinking living vampires, the vampire cultivates a relationship with the 'donor'..."
"...The phrase "The Beast" has been used to describe this almost overwhelming "shadow self" that threatens to take over when a severe blood vampire is suffering from blood deprivation, or when he or she has a source and that source is threatened..."
"...Most psychic vampires claim that the kind of energy they require is life force [...] While this is the most common "energy" craved by psychic vampires, other types of "energy" that are identified [...] include sexual energy, psychic energy, emotional energy..."
"Psi-blood vampires [...] experience some degree of blood craving at the same time that they experience definite psychic vampire tendencies."
-Excerpts from Living Vampires Home Page

Cid Highwind drummed on the bar counter as he drank some harsh scotch. His father had given him an hour long lecture on "proper" behavior of the upper-class earlier that day. Bored by the often used speech, Cid left halfway through it and had gone to the "lower-class" section of Midgar, into one of the seediest bars. His favorite hangout.

He felt comfortable around the "common" people, as his father put it. He was free to say what he liked, using whatever language he pleased, even smoke. He could also dress casually, although his clothes were of higher quality than most others in the area. Still, the other men treated him equally, as they learned he was not stuck up like most aristocrats. He even acted as a man, not just a rich man's 'boy'.

Before the rest had accepted, he had to fight his way in, literally. But after breaking a few noses without a scratch on himself, the rest welcomed him. They all knew that Cid's upbringing was high on education and etiquette, but he backed up anything he said with his fists.

That night, he had show up later than most of his drinking buddies, and was silently musing as a stranger sat next to him. Cid turned to look, amazed by what he saw. The man's face was delicate, smooth, and so pale it looked like it was carved out of marble. He had a fragile look, but Cid sensed a power within him. He was still staring when the man turned his dark brown eyes at him. "Uh, hi. I'm Cid." Cid held out his hand, feeling very foolish for getting caught staring.

The man shook his hand, then turned back to his drink. After sipping it, he responded softly, "I am Vincent."

Cid felt his neck hairs bristle, but ignored it. "So...come here often?" Something in the voice mesmerized him, making him want to know more about the man.

"Not much. I keep to myself most of the time." The man took more of his drink, then turned fully to Cid. "Why do you come here?"

"Ehh? Oh, my father gets annoying as hell, so I jus' come down here to relax. Ya know? Take it nice and easy." Cid drank his beer nervously, feeling himself become more vulnerable to the man, though he did not know why.

Vincent nodded. "And who is your father?"

"Stephan Highwind. He's one of the richest guys in the city. But he can be a real bitch sometimes." Cid licked his lips anxiously. Why did he feel so nervous?

"Really?" Vincent smiled slightly. "I come from an old family myself. Perhaps you've heard of one of my ancestors, Vlad Dracul Tespes." //And this is your chance to leave, if you wish...//

Cid, who had never really paid attention in his history studies, couldn't even begin to guess who the figure was, or the implications of what Vincent could be. "Oh, uh yeah..." He tried to change the subject so he wouldn't appear so clueless. "So, wanna...hang out?

"Come, let's go." Vincent placed a few coins on the counter as he got up, straightening the dark clothes he wore, along with a black cape that Cid had not noticed before.

"Go? Where we going?" Foolishly trusting the strange, yet beautiful man, Cid got up as well.

Vincent smiled again, almost slyly. "You'll see. It is somewhere that would infuriate your father if he knew."

"Then I'm game!" Grinning, Cid followed Vincent out the door and into the dark night. The barkeep watched as his rich patron left, wondering why he had a strange foreboding feeling.

***

Vincent took Cid to the one of the worst inns in town, where prostitutes often took their work. They rented a room, and went inside, Vincent locking the door behind him. "This is your last chance, do you wish to stay with me, or leave?"

//This seems so dangerous...but why is something telling me I have to stay?// "I won't leave."

"You have chosen. There is no going back." Vincent took off his cape, tossing it on the floor. His boots and shirt joined it. "Take off your clothes, let me see your body..."

Blushing slightly from modesty, Cid removed his jacket and shirt slowly, knowing what Vincent was planning, but too naive to feel scared. Vincent motioned, and Cid removed his pants and shoes as well. Almost naked, he stood, shivering in the drafty room.

"Very nice...I chose you well..." Vincent grabbed Cid's hand and pulled him towards the large bed in the room. He pushed him back, so he was laying on his back, facing him. "It has been many, many years since I've seen such a beautiful human body." He stroked the smooth flesh of Cid's chest, enjoying the feel of it.

Cid moaned, never before feeling something like this before. He barely noticed when Vincent removed his underpants, then the rest of his own clothes. //He's so pale...and thin...but he's still handsome...// Cid thought numbly, enjoying every touch and caress. His pleasure increased when Vincent began to lick his nipples, causing them to stiffen. Suddenly, Vincent bit one, breaking the delicate skin. "Agh! Vincent!"

"Shh...Pain is simply a form of pleasure..." Vincent licked the small drops of blood, watching Cid squirm. "See? It only helps the sensations."

Moaning, Cid realized it was true. The pain had been sharp for a second, and was now only slightly throbbing. But it increased his sense of touch, and the soft licks felt more erotic and sensual. His back arched in pleasure, wanting to feel Vincent touch his entire body.

Without any warning, Vincent forcefully spread open Cid's legs, displaying his erect state. Cid whimpered, but Vincent shushed him with a glance. The pale man caressed Cid's manhood and sac, being slightly rough, but not too cruel.

Once again, he acted without explanation, lowering his head to engulf Cid's cock in his mouth. Cid mewled in delight, unable to take a deep enough breath to scream his passion. Vincent excited him close to his peak, then broke off. Whimpering again, Cid watched as Vincent placed his tanned legs around his pale waist.

"Vincent..." Cid was desperate to be touched again, but felt that it would not help to order Vincent around. Vincent would do as he wished, he was in control. And as much as Cid objected to it, something held him back, preventing him from taking charge.

The pale man moved up, attacking Cid's mouth with a strange passion. His brown eyes were shining excitedly with lust, almost red in color. Vincent's tongue wrestled with Cid's, as if trying to claim its dominance.

Cid's moans were muffled until Vincent separated, leaving the blond to pant for breath. The pale man looked at him for a few seconds, then moved his mouth to Cid's neck where he nibbled the tender skin gently. Cid thought he saw a flash of white, but was too lost in the passion to think about it.

Cid felt Vincent move slightly as he tasted his neck. A stiff object touched his bottom, ready to thrust in. "No, wait!" Cid finally broke the 'spell' he was under, realizing the implications of what was happening. He didn't even know this man, as was about to have sex with him. "I'm not doing this!" He tried to sit up, but felt a hand grab both his wrists, yelping when it tightened.

"You have no choice. You all ready agreed by coming here." Vincent said as he continued to lick Cid's neck. He felt the rich boy try to pull away, and increased the pressure on his wrists.

Cid screamed as he felt one wrist completely shatter, the other fracturing. //Oh gods...// "Mother fucker, let me go!" He yelled as Vincent's hand let go and suddenly slashed his stomach. The nails had become sharper, and had slashed through the delicate skin of his stomach like a hot knife through butter. "Please, let me go..." Cid whimpered, his confidence withering like flowers on a cold winter day. Tears filled his eyes, but his strength of will kept them from falling. For now.

In a sudden burst of violence, Vincent simultaneously entered Cid, and tore the skin at his neck with fangs that had grown in seconds before. His eyes burned blood red in color.

Screaming again, Cid tried to get away. But he had no hope, not with both wrists injured, and Vincent pinning his body down. The vampire continued to drink from the blood gushing out of the quivering neck, as he also rammed Cid with a forceful violence.

//Please stop! Please Vincent!// Cid finally gave up and cried, unable to do anything else. His body still responded to the stimulation of something pulling in and out of him, regardless of the pain. He came swiftly, but felt no real release. Vincent continued to drink and thrust, getting closer to his own peak.

Cid's limp body could do nothing when Vincent came inside him, and the vampire cried out in passion. Collapsing onto the blond, Vincent shuddered in exhaustion as he licked the wounded neck, watching it heal with his saliva. It had a naturally accuring substance that healed his victims so that they might live to be used again.

Sitting up, he saw his now limp member slip out easily from Cid, covered in his blood. The blood matched the crimson on the sheets around the blond's neck, also tarnishing his hair.

Unable to move, broken in spirit as well as body, Cid looked up at Vincent with tear streaks on his face. "W-why?" He wheezed out weakly.

"Because you are human." Vincent licked his lips, still enjoying the aftertaste of blood and the feel of being re-energized. "And you, Beautiful, are now mine. Tonight was your first, and your most painful. The next time you will enjoy it more."

"N-no..." Cid tried to shake his head, only staining his cheeks with his own blood on the pillow.

Vincent got up, and began to put on his clothes. "You are. As I have said before, you had a chance to get out. You did not take it. I will return to you, Beautiful, in less than a month." He finished dressing and tied on his cape. "You think you can hide, but when the time comes, you too will hunger for our union. Until then." Vincent unlocked the door and walked out, his footsteps becoming softer until Cid could hear them no more.

Left alone, the young man sobbed with what was left of his strength. After a short time, he fell asleep, his body being depleted of not only blood, but his energy. When he woke up in the morning, he assumed it had been a horrible nightmare, but knew it was the truth when he saw where he was, and how he was. Naked, hurt, and bleeding. But his neck had no marks, and wasn't even tender. He felt his heart chill when he realized that the same suffering would return in a month's time. And no one could protect him, no one. He was Vincent's now, and would belong to the vampire until he died.