[C][M] A Twisted Fate

"No, I wont be sitting down and I wont be answering any of your questions.

You can't just do this to someone, you don't get to control me just because you put a collar around my neck, a collar which I don't accept."

He would never accept this man's claim on him, he would be defiant even if it killed him, better to die a free man than like a life as a slave.

His eyes narrowed angrily, he wanted out of this now.

"So uptight. Honestly," he sighed softly.

Why where people so angry all the time? It was ridiculous.

People should just accept the situations they were thrown into. It would make this situation much easier for Cy.

"Time will change your tune."

All he needed is time and patience.

"Sit down and answer my question." Second time.

"Go on, ask me again."

He replied, his head tilting up defiantly as he looked down at the other man.

The Vampire had made it clear that he only said something twice.

What would happen if he continued to not answer him?

Rayner knew he was playing with fire but he didn't have the sense enough to care.

Just like the first night they had met he was adamant that the man was out to kill him, if that was the case he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing his demeanor falter and wane.

"I'm not telling you anything about me."

Once again Cy stood.

This was starting to get really annoying.

"You don't seem to understand how I work, honey. I ask just three times. The third time is the time I take action."

Each of the Vampire's quiet steps bought him purposefully closer to his human. When he stopped in front of him, he raised a hand to brush it tenderly over the man's cheek. "It saddens me that you feel the need to push me."

His sad expression didn't last long. Once again his hand fisted in the human's hair. He dragged him across the room, sitting down on the couch again and pulling him across his lap.

He gave each cheek a harsh slap that left an imprint of his hand on the skin. "One for each time I've had to ask you," he informed.

Cy hand now stroked the hot flesh idly, dipping between his cheeks to brush over his entrance. "Either you tell me or your body tells me." That was the human's ultimatum: either he told him or Cy found out himself.

He struggled relentlessly as he was dragged across the room, he was quickly growing tired of being this man's play thing, but as the circumstances were there wasn't much he could do to stop him.

Cyneric was far too strong and fast, getting away from him during the night was completely impossible, he just had to last until daylight, that was his goal.

Loud hisses were pulled from the man as he was struck twice, his body trying to flinch away from the abusive slaps.

He froze his thrashing as the man's hand dipped between his cheeks, his words chilling him, he didn't want that, not at all.

If he didn't speak, his body would be violated.

"Yes!"

He finally admitted, shame lacing his voice thickly as his eyes cast away.

Cy grinned widely.

"See? That wasn't very difficult, was it, honey?"

The Vampire gave a little giggle as he pat the man's marked backside gently; almost affectionately. Seeing him wither like this was amusing. Slowly Ray was bending to Cy's will. It would take a while, but he'd have the man completely submitting to him.

"You have no need to worry. I won't push you too much tomorrow."

He'd limit himself. Not bring too much pain to the man.

"I can show you all the other lovely gifts I bought." He clapped his hands together excitedly before returning to stroking his body gently, fingers weaving through his hair and stroking his stinging backside; almost like petting a lapdog.

Rayner bit his lip harshly, worrying it between his teeth as he tried hard to silence himself.

If he played nice until dawn he would be alright, he would run and not look back, he would spend his life savings getting as far away from Russia as he could before the Vampire ever got the chance to violate him.

A shudder ran through his body in distaste, this was disgusting, being stroked like he was this man's pet.

"You have a very nice body," he crooned softly.

"Perhaps you could do with a little exercise." They could work on that, though. It wouldn't take too much effort to start an exercise routine.

"But your hair isn't very well taken care of," he tutted softly, turning all of his attention to the man's hair. "We'll have to cut it. Give it chance to grow out healthy again. I do wish people would take care of their hair."

Hair was a person's most beautiful feature. People needed to take a lot more care of it.

"We'll have a busy night tomorrow."

Rayner tried his best not to listen to the man, he was being groomed, shaped in the man's image, that knowledge made his stomach churn as he lay naked, sprawled across a Vampire's lap.

His head slumped forward as he sighed softly, his black rimmed glasses slipping off of his face, Rayner had terrible vision, without his glasses he was pretty much blind.

Even now he could barely focus his eyes on the couch in front of him, the patterned fabric blurred together in a hazy mess beneath him.

"With a little training and primping, you'll be perfect."

He wanted to see him eager to please; do everything that he asked him first time; enjoyed being with him. No... he didn't need that last one. He just wanted the man to be obedient. If he got that, his mission would be successful.

"I get to train you from the ground up." He clapped his hands together with a little grin.

He got to show Ray everything of this lifestyle. Teach him everything and show him how to enjoy everything.

Ray was a blank canvas that he could pain just the way he wanted.

The Vampire's chatter was only mumbled background noise for the man.

He had retreated inside himself and he lay there plotting how he would get free during the day.

Getting out of the apartment would be the hardest part, he doubted he would be left alone unguarded during the day, he would probably be tied up.

He couldn't dwell on that he needed to get free of that when the time came.

For now he plotted out everything else, what he needed to grab, where he needed to go before heading to the airport, he would need to put his car somewhere else so he couldn't find it.

He could sell it perhaps, no he didn't have time, he would just dump it and get a taxi.

His train of thought was cut short as his stomach growled audibly, clenching as it protested its empty state, he was a slim man, his body didn't have enough fat on it to go without food for long.

Cy arched a brow as the man's stomach grumbled.

His nose wrinkled in distaste. The man would have to eat. He didn't like the smell of human food. He didn't like how it smelled on people. Nothing smelled as appetising as a young Vampire that didn't eat.

Now, that was a thought...

"No, I want to keep you human for the time being," he decided out loud.

He didn't have the time to light-proof the house before daybreak. And, without the ability to shift into a small creature, he would just burn alive. That'd be a waste. He'd do it another time.

"Do you have any food in the house?" He hadn't paid attention to that minor detail. He didn't need food himself.

Rayner's eyes widened as he stared down blindly at the couch.

I want to keep you human, for the time being...

He hadn't even thought about that, he had prepared himself for death, but that? That was a far more horrific fate, he didn't want that, he refused to let that happen. He couldn't live as a Vampire.

He shook his head at the man's next question.

"Not unless you stocked the fridge while you were squatting in my apartment."

He replied, the movers hadn't brought the contents of his pantry, they would have cleared it all into a bin before leaving.

"Untie me and I'd be more than capable of going and getting some food."

The man gave a sigh and a tut.

"You humans are so..." He sighed heavily through his nose.

"Up," he ordered lightly, pushing the man up to his feet. "Up, up, up."

He hooked his fingers into the collar around the man's throat and pulled him towards the bedroom, pausing to pick up the bag he had rooted through earlier.

Cy pushed the human down onto the bed, moving to straddle him and tie his ankles to the bedposts with some leather straps from the bag. He tugged at the straps firmly, making sure they were secure.

When he was pleased, he turned around and smiled down at the man brightly, moving to tie his wrists to the bedposts, too. He did the same tests and deemed him secured.

His grin widened as he pulled another long strap of leather from the bag. He wrapped it loosely around the man's throat and tied it to the headboard. "The more you struggle, the more uncomfortable that ones going to get," he pointed out with a giggle.

"Now, I won't be gone long. Don't miss me too much." He leaned down to kiss the human before breezing out of the room, waving goodbye to the human with a wide grin.

Rayner didn't have use of his hands so when he was pulled up he stumbled around in the direction he was guided to the bedroom, he couldn't see at all he it caused him to move clumsily.

"My glasses..."

He murmured, as his eyes flicked around, trying to focus on the light blur that was the Vampire.

He struggled as he was bound to the bed, the act was rather useless as he was easily over powered.

"Don't leave me here like this!"

He shouted as the man darted off, trying to sit up and gagging loudly as the strap around his throat tightened, strangling his until he was forced to lay back down.

He knew the man was gone, at least he thought he was, he couldn't hear him at all.

His hands tugged at the bindings, trying to struggle free.

Cy wandered the streets of the town until he found a chip shop.

That would do. It was food.

He ordered a simple cod and chips, no extras. He felt disgusted in himself just being in this store. The smell of food made him want to empty the contents of his stomach.

He hurried back to the apartment, holding the bag out in front of him like it contained something lethal rather than a quite take-out meal. He'd have to get used to this, he thought in disgust.

Until he turned Ray, he'd be buying him stuff like this all the time.

Lucky me, he thought dryly.

The Vampire stalked into the bedroom and dropped the bag on Ray's stomach, bending over to untie his arms and throat.

"Eat."

Rayner struggled with the bindings frantically, his life depended on it but he heard the door open and he quickly slumped against the bed, he didn't need the man scolding him for trying to escape.

His brows furrowed as something was dropped on his stomach, which growled eagerly as the smell of fish and chips hit his nose, it smelled divine.

He sat up as he was freed, groping around aimlessly as he opened the bag and pulled open the paper wrapping inside.

"This would be easier if I could see."

He murmured, glaring down at the bag as he tried to squint and see what he was doing, to no avail without his glasses on.

After a long moment he managed to grasp onto a chip, he didn't trust what this man was offering him, he was suspicious of his motives behind this act.

Tentatively he took a bite, chewing slowly, it tasted normal enough.

"What advantage would I get from poisoning you?" the Vampire asked, a disbelieving amused smile curling his lips when the man bit into the chip slowly.

"Honestly, you humans have such active imaginations. I'm not out to kill you. You don't have to worry about me poisoning you."

The one thing related to death Ray had to worry about was being drained then turned. Until that happened, the man was completely safe.

He disappeared the room, returning with the man's glasses in hand.

Cy crawled onto the bed and knelt next to the human, slipping his glasses onto his face gently after he had cleaned them on his shirt.

"We can get rid of those when I turn you. Turning you should clear up that sight of yours. Your eyes are pretty. Hiding them behind such thick, ugly glasses is a shame."

The man's words didn't ease his mind at all, trusting someone who had repeatedly broken into his house and drunk his blood really didn't come easily.

Rayner went rigid as his glasses were put back onto his face. He looked up at Cyneric for a moment, his lips pursed before he lowered his gaze back down to the food.

He picked up a piece of cod and bit into it a little more eagerly, his stomach was demanding food, he hadn't eaten since before he got on the plane in Sweden.

He wanted to protest, tell the Vampire that he would never allow himself to be turned into such a horrible creature, but there was little point, it benefited him more just to play nice for now until he had the upper hand at escaping.

Cy wouldn't allow Ray the upper hand.

Ray was now his to play with. His toy to tease and torment. His.

Ray wouldn't escape from him. He couldn't. He wouldn't ever get the chance. The thought made him smile as he watched the man eat.

Ray would be his until he got bored of him.

His Slave. His friend. His fledgeling.

His.

Only his. No one else could have him.

The two of them were opposing forces, Rayner wanted to escape, he would pour his energy into doing so before something happened to him that he could no reverse.

Cyneric on the other hand wanted to claim the human body and soul, enslave him and mold him into something that pleased him without question.

Freedom and utter obedience could not coincide.

Rayner continued to eat, taking in the food until his stomach felt full, everything the man had brought him was gone and nothing remained but the greasy packaging it came in.

Knowing the Vampire he would demand gratitude for feeding him, but the way Rayner saw it, Cyneric had take food from him, now he was simply giving back.

Cy watched the man silently, occasionally reaching out to touch his hair or stroke his back.

He'd make this man his no matter how long it took.

Humans were weak. He highly doubted the boy would hold out for long. Soon. Soon he'd have him just the way he wanted.

He just had to be firm and patient.

The Vampire stood and picked up the empty wrapping, crushing it into a ball as he strolled out into the livingroom, tossing the ball into the bin.

"Only a few hours of the night left. What should we do?" he questioned the human, padding back into the bedroom.

He was hard not to react to Cyneric, he wanted to pull away from his touches and untie himself now that his arms were free from their bindings but he decided to play it smart for now.

"I don't know, what do you do for fun other than stalk people?"

He asked nonchalantly as he looked over at the man.

Rayner was slightly interested, it really wasn't every day that you met a Vampire, it seemed some myths had truth behind them.

Cy smiled happily when he returned to Ray still tied down.

He hadn't tried to untie himself. Progress~

The Vampire shrugged as he sat down next to his human, resting his hands on his ankles and tilting his head to the side.

"It depends. Sometimes I go around town and hunt people. Sometimes I go see Sweetheart. She's fun." He spoke the pet name like a name, even though he knew the woman's name. She was just 'sweetheart' in his mind, just as Ray was just 'honey.'

"Or I play with some fun toys." He smirked darkly. "But I highly doubt you'll be ready for that sort of play at the moment."

That sort of 'fun' was not what he had in mind, it seemed the only thing this man wanted was blood and sex, what a pitiful existence, he was no better than an animal, living on instinct.

"Funny, I use to think people who believed in Vampires were delusional."

He had never believed in the supernatural, not until he had met Cyneric, he had been to wrong for all this time.

The man gave a soft sigh before laying back against the bed, he wished he had known.