Enslaved By Blood: A M/M Historical Romance (Vicious Vampires Book 2) Read online

  Vivienne Cox

  Enslaved By Blood

  A M/M Historical Romance

  Copyright © 2020 by Vivienne Cox

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  Contents

  1. Chapter 1

  2. Chapter 2

  3. Chapter 3

  4. Chapter 4

  Also by Vivienne Cox

  1

  Chapter 1

  Matthias was furious. He paced around his room, letting out a vicious snarl as he knocked a pile of his papers off of the desk. He couldn’t believe that he was being forced to participate in this farce. To take a bloodslave. His father’s ultimatum still rang in his ears.

  “You’ve come of age. That means you need to take a bloodslave, and I won’t hear anymore about the rights of humans! They live on our land, we give them protection, and in turn we take some of them to enjoy. It’s hardly as though we’re killing new ones everyday! One or two a year each is hardly much to ask, and they’re even given something in return. I have four families coming tomorrow to present their offspring. You will pick one of them, or I shall slaughter them all. Is that understood?”

  It was a monstrous injustice, and his father acted as though he was doing the humans a favour! Matthias felt his rage flare up once more, and with it the hunger that he was so unaccustomed to. Before he was of age, all that he’d required was a few drops of blood a month, taken from one of his parent’s bloodslaves. They’d hidden it in his food so that he never knew when he got it, and he’d had no way of protesting. Now that he was 21 though, the hunger had surfaced in full, and it was monumental. Normally, when a vampire came of age they were presented with a bloodslave immediately. Matthias’ protests have gotten the process put back a day. His father had said that it was his own fault, and that he deserved to deal with the hunger that day. Then later, he’d come to offer Matthias his own bloodslave for the day. Matthias had refused; the poor girl went through enough already, without him adding to the measure.

  He saw the light of dawn making its way over the tips of the trees in the surrounding forest and supposed that this was a somewhat reasonable, if early, time to go to bed. Once he did, however, he found himself tossing and turning, unable to ignore the hunger, or the fact that by tomorrow he would have used another living person to assuage it. There must be some alternative! There must! But he knew it not, and thus fretting, fell into an uneasy sleep.

  * * *

  He woke to notice that it was still light outside, if growing dim. He got up anyway, and dressed for the day. He braced himself to go outside in the dusk, something which would not be fatal to him, as it would to vampires who had not been born vampires, but would be unpleasant nonetheless.

  He situated himself outside the kitchens, glad to be able to hear inside with his newly enhanced senses. He wanted to try and find out what each of the families had been promised, what they were desperate enough for that they would offer up their children. It seemed he’d caught the middle of the very conversation he’d wanted to hear.

  “-which one he’ll pick.”

  “Oh hush, Léa. There’s no way of knowing which.”

  “Not for certain, but it’s easy to guess which he won’t.”

  “Oh, is it?”

  “Of course! The girls won’t catch his interest. He’s never once showed any interest in any of us, nor will he them.”

  “And you know that for certain do you?”

  “No… but it’s not as those their kind aren’t allowed to do what they like anyway. If he wants a boy, he’ll have one.”

  “Yes, and you’d better keep you nose out of it, before someone overhears. It’s none of our business”

  Matthias took a moment to consider. It was true that he’d never had any interest in women, and had never made a secret of that. Men held more appeal, but he’d never met one that he had wanted to take to his bed. There had been a few where he had been tempted, but overall he had judged the complications to be too inconvenient. He shook himself and continued listening.

  “I wonder what they were promised?” a new voice asked.

  “Something valuable, I’ll bet,” said Léa darkly. “Did you see them this morning? All four of them looked terrified.”

  “What could convince a parent to give away their child?”

  There was silence then, and Matthias left. It was fully dark now, and he just had time to compose himself before making his way to the dining hall. As he entered he noted that the bottom tables had been pushed aside, and in that space stood the four unfortunate offerings, and their families. He went to join his parents on the dias and the end of the room, before he forced himself to look at them.

  The kitchen staff were right, every single one of them looked terrified. There were two girls and two boys. The first girls had dark hair that hung limply, and tangled, framing her face. She was mere skin and bones. The second girl looked healthier, at least. She was plump, with beautiful red hair, which was tied back. She was trembling. The first boy was tall, too tall even. He looked as though he’d been stretched too much. He stared at the ground, as did the other two girls, so he couldn’t see any of their eyes.

  The last boy, though, he was staring straight at Matthias, with eyes so blue that they were piercing.

  His hair was black, and set in unruly curls that practically invited touch. His clothes were poor, just a shirt and trousers, but they did not hide the solid figure of the man underneath them. There was something in his bearing; he wasn’t hiding like the others, and the question came again: what reward would cause someone to submit to this fate?

  He steeled himself and turned to his father.

  “If I am to keep one of them, I would have it be one which suits me. I wish to speak with them each privately.”

  “Matthias,” his father sighed. “Does it really matter?”

  “Yes, it does.”

  His father sighed again.

  “I suppose I should count myself lucky that you are not being more difficult. Very well, situate yourself in the parlour and we’ll send them into you one at a time. Do try to be quick though, won’t you?”

  “Yes, father. Thank you.”

  * * *

  Matthias sat on the sofa in the parlour, and waited no more than a minute before the dark haired girl was sent in after him.

  “Take a seat,” he told her kindly, gesturing to the armchair opposite him. The girl did as she was bid, but sat only on the very edge of the chair.

  “What is your name?” he asked.

  “Jessa, sir,” she replied quietly.

  “And what was offered to your family, for them to bring you here today, Jessa?”

  “My- my family has some trouble with debts, sir. If they turn me over to you then they’ll be forgiven.”

  “I see. And do you want me to pick you Jessa? Please answer honestly. I can tell when you’re lying.”

  “N-no sir. I’m s-sorry, sir.”

  “That’s alright, Jessa. Go back to the hall and wait with your family.”

  It was the same with the other two. The other girl’s father wanted money, and the tall boys mother had incurred a debt at the local tavern. Neither
of them wanted to be picked. Then came the last man. He sat himself in the chair at Matthias’ request, and Matthias began the dialogue again.

  “What is your name?”

  “Kristoff, sir.”

  “Kristoff? That’s not your first name surely?”

  “It’s what I’m known as, sir,” Kristoff replied hesitantly.

  “I see. What was offered to your family, for them to bring you here today, Kristoff?”

  My sister, she’s ill, sir. The doctor said that she can’t be saved. Lord Matthias said that he would save her, if I pleased you.” Kristoff had tears in his eyes.

  “And do you want me to pick you, Kristoff? Please answer honestly. I can tell when people are lying.”

  “Yes! Yes, please, sir! I would be good for you, I swear I would. I wouldn’t fight you at all, no matter what you wanted to do, I promise. Please, sir! She’s my little sister… I have to help her if I can.”

  He wasn’t lying.

  “You are certain this is what you want?”

  “Yes, sir. Please.” His heart rate remained steady. He wasn’t lying.

  “Then come with me,” Matthias replied, and led them back to the hall.

  Once there, Matthias marched up to his parents.

  “I choose the dark haired boy. Kristoff.”

  “Very good, dear,” his mother replied, smiling.

  “I choose him, on the condition that you give the others what they came here for as well.”

  “But Matthias-” his father began.

  “Or else I shall have no one at all.”

  His father sighed again.

  “Very well. But I won’t hear one more word of complaint about bloodslaves, do you understand?”

  “I do.”

  “Now go and feed, for god sake! You’re looking paler each second.”

  Matthias left, bidding Kristoff follow him with a hand gesture. He took Kristoff up to his chambers, which had been soundproofed using a spell, for his privacy.

  “There’s a small chamber which branches off from this one where you’ll sleep. It’s just through that door. It’s very basic at the moment, but I can have it improved if there’s anything you’d like added,” Matthias said.

  “I’m sure it’s more than adequate, sir. May I ask, sir, my sister…?”

  “My father will heal her now. She’ll be kept here for a few days, I imagine, to ensure that no unfortunate accidents happen while the blood is in her system.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “There’s no need to call me that. Just Matthias will do.” Kristoff looked startled.

  “Yes… Matthias.”

  “Have you eaten?” Matthias asked kindly. “I can send for something to be brought?”

  “Please.”

  “What would you like?”

  “Whatever is easiest. I don’t wish to inconvenience anyone.”

  “I shall ask for whatever the kitchen staff think is best, then.” He leant his head out of the door and asked the servant waiting there to do just that. The servant no longer looked surprised when Matthias came out instead of calling him in, he noted with satisfaction. He returned and saw that Kristoff was still watching him with trepidation.

  “We have much to discuss about this arrangement, but perhaps with would be better to wait until you have eaten? I can’t imagine such a conversation would sit well on an empty stomach.”

  “Discuss?” Kristoff asked.

  “I would have you be as happy here as you can be. I cannot release you, but I would have you be happy.”

  “I would like to have that conversation now, I think. If it suits you, s- Matthias.”

  “As you wish,” Matthias said, taking a seat and gesturing for Kristoff to do the same. “First and foremost, I wish to apologise. I will have to feed on you. There is simply no other option, no matter how I wish there was. I’m terribly sorry for that.”

  “Is that not my purpose here? I’m your bloodslave.”

  “You are a person. With inherent rights. To treat you as merely a piece of meat is reprehensible.”

  “You’re the only vampire who thinks so.”

  “For now. One day they will see how monstrously they act. One day everyone will be equal, be they human, vampire, werewolf, or anything else.”

  Kristoff stared at him with something akin to amazement.

  “You can’t possibly believe that’s true.”

  “Of course I do! How can I not!” Matthias snapped. Kristoff flinched at his tone and Matthias cursed himself.

  “I will not harm you,” he assured Kristoff gently, “I never will.” Kristoff merely nodded.

  “I mean it. I want you to be happy here. If you wish for anything, you need only tell me and I will provide it.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yes, is there something you would like?”

  “A sketchpad, and pencils? Please.”

  “Done, you’ll have them by tomorrow.”

  “Thank you.” Matthias wasn’t sure what to do with the sincere gratitude in his voice.

  “You’re allowed free run of the grounds, as well. I’d ask that you don’t leave them just yet though.”

  “Of course, but if I’m wandering the grounds, how will I know when you have need of me?”

  “I only need to feed once a day. That can easily be done at the beginning of the night or just before morning.”

  “No, I mean how will I know when you want to fuck me?”

  Matthias’ mind blanked for a moment before he remembered that though a bloodslave’s primary purpose was for feeding on, they were also often used for sex, since the two were so interlinked.

  “That’s not going to happen! I swear to you, Kristoff, I won’t- I won’t rape you.” “Y- you won’t? But I’m yours.”

  “That may be true, but I would never hurt you in such a way, I promise.” Kristoff didn’t seem to know what to say to that.

  “There is one last thing, on a similar subject.”

  “What’s that?”

  “When I feed on you, the way that it feels for you will depend upon my intent. It can either be immense agony, or extreme pleasure.”

  “Ah, now I see. And you’ll only make it pleasurable if I please you,” Kristoff said bitterly.

  “What? No!” cried Matthias, causing Kristoff to start. “I’m quite happy to make it pleasurable for you always, but you must know that is it an… erotic kind of pleasure. I would not force such a thing on you without your consent.”

  “If the only other option is agony, I will gladly take the pleasure.”

  “Very well.”

  “Do you need to feed now?” Kristoff asked apprehensively.

  “It can wait until you’ve eaten and slept.”

  “That’s kind of you,” Kristoff said sincerely.

  “No, it isn’t, it really isn’t.”

  Right on time, the servant arrived with a plate of steak, with steamed vegetables. He placed it on the table in the corner and left. Kristoff stared at it, amazed.

  “This is for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “I- I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “Well,” Matthias said cheerfully, despite the ache in his heart, “now you never have to see anything but it. You can have it for every meal if you like. You can have whatever you want.”

  The look of wonderment on Kristoff’s face gave Matthias hope. Perhaps the boy really could come to be happy here, after all? He would certainly do everything in his power to ensure it was so.

  2

  Chapter 2

  Matthias could hear the exact moment when Kristoff woke up. His heart rate went from a slow, steady beating to an elevated pounding, instantly. It calmed down a little after a moment. Unfamiliar surroundings, Matthias surmised. He heard the boy slowly get up and get dressed, and it was all he could do to not go bursting into the room and demand haste. His already tenuous grip on his self control was slipping, with dawn so close and him having not fed in n
early two days. Eventually, Kristoff made his way into Matthias’ room.

  The boy took one look at Matthias and froze.

  “You need to feed,” he stated, anxiously.

  “I do. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” Kristoff shrugged. “How do you want to do this?”

  “Standing or lying down would be the most comfortable way for you. Although standing does carry the risk of falling… Though, of course, I would catch you.”

  “I would prefer to stand, please.”

  “Very well.”

  Matthias approached Kristoff, trying to hide both his nerves and his hunger. He stopped directly in front of the boy, trying to find of way to calm him. The pounding of his heart was both obvious and mesmerising, and Matthias could feel his control slipping further.

  “Please,” Kristoff whispered, tilting his head to the side. “Please just do it.”

  Matthias did. He bit and it was rapturous . It was every pleasant feeling he’d ever felt, all running through his body at once. It was sustenance better than any he’d ever tasted, hot and sharp and alive. He bit down harder, and Kristoff moaned, pushing his neck forwards, into the bite. The movement caused Kristoff’s cock to press against his, and Matthias came to the dizzying realisation that they were both hard. He gently extracted his fangs and licked over the marks, letting whatever coagulant he produced after feeding close the wounds.

  Kristoff was clinging to him, he realised.

  “Please, Matthias. Please,” he whispered, frantically.

  “Please what? Tell me what you need and you can have it.”

  “I need you to touch me, please.”

  That wasn’t quite what Matthias had expected, but the idea wasn’t unappealing. Still… “You’re certain? That’s what you want?”

  “Please, I’ll do anything.” As he said this, Kristoff rocked his hips against Matthias’ causing their cocks to rub against each other again. Almost before he even realised what he was doing, Matthias had picked Kristoff up and taken them both across the room. He had Kristoff laid out on the bed underneath him, and he was looming over him, unashamedly. A moment later, his head cleared enough for him to pull back.