ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
By: V.L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance to
anyone alive, dead, or in the vampires case, Undead, are purely coincidental.
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18, or
who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should read any
farther.
CHAPTER 1
Jessy looked up, at all the others in the room, at the pain and compassion
that was so heavy in the room. "He's gone." He had finally, as Ryan lay under
him, sobbing in pleasure, instead of pain, had eased the boy's life from him.
There had been no fear, no feeling of regret from him. He had lived his life
with them, had finally grown and became the wonderful soul that he had become
all under Jessy and Kris's care and with their continued support.
Kris watched as Ryan's body began to within before her, as life that had
been housed in him for so long finished heaving him. "How many more times?
When does it stop hurting like it hurts?"
"I don't think it ever will love. As long as you are willing to love a
mortal, you have to go into it knowing that eventually, you are going to lose
them."
She rose to take a black cloth and cover the painting that Ryan had done for
her, so very long ago. Nothing, no matter how good his work became, ever
touched what this one piece meant to her. It was his first piece that he had
made for her, on her first birthday almost two hundred years ago. She would
never take it down, but she just couldn't look at it right then. "Some one
needs to call Ramaine, he wanted to know when Ryan died, so he could take and do
this with all the things our boy made that decorate his home too." She just
kept going on, not really feeling anything, she was too afraid to feel.
Feelings hurt her right now. The knowledge that it didn't matter how many they
loved, or how much they tried to help those that they cared for, eventually, in
the end, they would have to kill them or watch them die in agony. It wasn't
easy for her to accept.
Jessy looked from the body that was still lying under him, to Kris. "Nick,
why don't you and Kelly see what you can do to get Puck ready for what I have to
do next. Kris needs me right now."
Nick looked at the man who moved close to help. "Yes, Master."
Jessy closed his eyes. "Please, Nick, for now, forget that I am anything
but your father. Kris is going to need us both for now. She needs family. You
knew Puck, loved him. But, he was like Butch to her. This has got to be
killing her. So for now, and for however long it takes, just call me Father."
Nick, smiled weakly. "Okay, Father. If it will help her in anyway, I am
all for it."
*Childe? * Jessy's arms wrapped around Kris as she stood there, looking so
lost and hurt.
"He's really gone. All we have left from that first year is Darlin and
Nick." She leaned against him and wept.
"I know. But try to find comfort in the knowledge that we gave them all
more love and care than they could have ever dreamed of from anyone else.
Puck's last thoughts were of love and he was happy when I finally sent him to
his rest. He was so very happy. He had been with us almost a hundred and
eighty-eight years, and he was happy."
"I know, that is the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind in all of
this. They really were happy with us. Even Boy, after his rocky time, was
happy belonging with us." She looked up at Fran, who stood there, trapped
between Ariel and Steven, weeping. "She isn't gong to last much longer, Father.
I think the only thing that kept her from begging to be allowed to die with
Jake, was Nick, and well, I don't think even her love for him, is going to be
enough to keep her with us much longer. She, if it isn't you or me, sleeps
alone now. No matter how many have tried to give her another to hide in for
what is left of her time here. She loved Jake, loved him almost like I love
you."
"Well, at least, for now, after Darlin, we have a little time before one of
us must help free another." Jessy didn't want to think about what losing the
mother of the son he so loved would mean to him. "But you are right. When the
time comes for her, I will have to let her go. Not even if the ban was lifted
tomorrow would I offer her this life. She lives only for Nick now, has refused
to ask for release, for her son. But when it s time, I will promise her I will
still care for our child and send her on."
* * *
It hadn't been until this one, the fourth of the houses that Kris had had
made for them, to move into that the need for a crematorium had first been
thought of. But as Jessy and Kris watched on as Ryan's body was given to the
flames, he was glad that he had finally touched upon this painful of subjects
with her. Now, all they had left of those that once were so much a part of
their life was urns of ash and the collars that he had finally gave them all out
of love. But he kept them all, a room had been dedicated to all that had come
and gave their lives and loves to he and Kris.
Kris played with the band on her hand. Every thing else that she and Mitch
had shared was gone, but she still wore the wedding band that he had given her.
She would never lose it. Like with Ryan's art, as long as she had it, she still
had something of him left to her. She smiled thinking of that little statuette
of the vampire that he had given her for her first birthday. She still had it,
but like his ashes and collar, it was put aside, as a silent, but sweet memory
of all that he had meant to her. "It's time. We've been living here for almost
forty years, I don't want to live here anymore." She rested against him. "Can
we please move back to Macon? There's a whole lot of good memories there, and
none of the bad ones."
Jessy lifted her face to meet his. "If leaving here, will help you, in any
way to walk away from this whole. Then we move." He captured her lips with
his, as he pulled her even tighter against him. *Say good-bye to Puck, Childe.
Share his love and life in my blood. *
Fran moved to meet Jessy and Kris as they came away from having to see that
Puck's final remains were left in the room in all the company of those that they
loved. "How long, Master?" She was so tired. But she wouldn't ask to leave,
not until her body demanded it.
Jessy pulled her close, trapping her between he and Kris. Of all of them,
other than his son, she was all he had left of those that started this life with
him when Kris first came to share it. "How long what?"
"Do I have with you?"
Kris bit back a sob as Jessy swallowed the lump in his throat. "I don't
know Darlin. A few days, a week, I just don't know. Puck had been with us
almost a year longer than you. But, he wanted to live, I don't feel that drive
in you, so I just don't know."
She felt strength from him as he held her. She had always felt this
strength, and had learned to depend on it. The last fifteen years, since Jake
had finally died, it was the only thing that had kept her sane. "Can I ask
something from you?"
"Anything, but to let you go now. I just lost Puck, please, sweet love,
anything, but don't ask to leave me tonight."
She shook her head. "No, I can wait for that. Jake is gone. I have come to
accept that he is gone. But, would you, and mistress, please, for the time I do
have left, let me stay with you at light?" She was so tired of sleeping alone,
but none of the others that had come had ever moved her like Jake and her son
did, other than Jessy and Kris. "I understand that the others, they need so
much of your time, but I don't think I am going to have that much time left to
me, so can I sleep the day with you and my mistress?"
"Darlin, how long have you known me? You were so young when you first came
here. Have spent so long in my care. Have I ever turned you away?" He looked
up at Kris. "Tend to the pets tonight, while I see what I can do for her." He
pulled her head to his to kiss her. "Just as soon as you get them all situated,
join us. I have to make sure that before this one goes to her final rest that I
prove to her that she is and always was loved." *You have been by Puck's side
for the last week, and now it is time to let go. You have other mortal's here
that need you as much as they need me. * It still was so very hard to just let
go. But he knew that if he didn't get her to the point that she could face
loss, to be willing to grieve. But still go forward, that there was going to be
serious problems in his house. His mother had helped him, more than Kris had
when Pet had died, giving him her wisdom and strength to take and pick up the
pieces of his broken heart and go on.
Kris sighed. *I can still feel him, Jess, I can still feel him. Do I
have to let that go, already? *
*You never forget what it feels like to hold them, no matter how many
different ones you hold. I can still feel what each and every one of those I
have lost felt like in my arms. But yes, you have to go on. Darlin needs me,
and I can't deny her. I don't know how much longer she will be with me. You
and I will share eternity my love, but the mother of my son. I can't bear to
refuse her. *
Kris nodded as she stepped back watching as Jessy led Fran from the room.
'Okay', she pulled herself up and together, to deal with the seven that stood
around watching her. "It's over." She opened her arms to them as they moved,
almost as one to pull as close as they could to her.
"Is that going to happen to me?" Tina, one of the three newest of the seven
whispered. "I thought, you said." She had just watched her master kill another
of them, if he would kill one that had been here as long as Puck had been here,
what hope did she have?
"Not for a very long tine, Tina. We didn't know, back when Jessy first
started to keep pets with him, how long the blood we have will give you, but now
we do. So barring accident, or acts of God, you have some where between a
hundred and seventy and a hundred and eighty plus years with us."
"Don't worry about it Tina, I've been here since right before Randy died.
Have been here through them all, and there wasn't a one of them, that wasn't old
as dirt and happy when it was time to go. I also saw a couple of them,
suffering before our master could help them. You will get more time than you
ever dreamed of, and when it gets ugly, you will be happy to die."
Kris smiled at the girl, when she had first came here; they had changed her
name from Greta to Ariel. Mostly because, Jessy, had been fresh out of sweet
pet names at the time. And after they had taken Barbara and gave her then name
Melody, just before Precious, Angel, and then Baby and Bright Eyes died. They
stopped the practice. Too many cherished words were so painful now.
"Is he, you know, our master, going to be joining us tonight?" A tall,
slender, but well shaped black man took her hand.
"No, Kelly, he's with Darlin for the night. She has been spending way too
much time alone. I know you, don't make it a habit of chasing any woman but
maybe me and, that, is only after you've been fed from. But the rest of you,
Jake died over fifteen years ago. How long do you all think she should have to
mourn alone?"
Kelly pulled back. "Just because I'm as queer as a football bat, does not
mean I can't see what the woman had been going through. Believe me Mistress,
I've tried, we all have tried, but what do you want us to do? Tie her down and
gang up on her? That might be my wildest fantasy, but I don't think she would
deal well at all."
"I think I might be getting through to her." Steven smiled. "She isn't so
ready to jump away from me anytime I try to hold her like she used to be. Give
me time, sooner or later, I am going to get through to her."
Kris shook her head at him. "It's too late for that Stevie, she is going to
be with Jessy and me until it's time. She knows how little of it she has left."
She led them all to the bed that rested ready for them. "It's had, I know.
But, when it's her time, we are really going to have to let her go, and be happy
for her."
Nick stood close, watching as Kris began to settle all those in his father's
house. "Kris, you have a clue where he took her?"
Kris looked up at him. "She needs him right now, Nick. I know that you all
need him, but she more than anyone, even you. But if you are going to help him
with her, be willing to remind her how much she is loved. Try looking in our
bedroom Nick, and if they aren't there, take a glance in the play room."
"Do you think she is going to want to deal with me right now? We used to be
real close, a whole lot closer than, most, mother and son's are. But when Jake
died, so did that part of our connection."
"Go on love. I am sure that she will want to have you with her a lot in the
time she has left." She looked around her, to all the ones that had come and
belonged, to, them. How long would it be before this pain started all over
again? Ariel was the oldest of them, and she had been with them for almost
twenty-five years. Could it really be that long? Would she and Jessy have that
much time to recover from all that they had lost in the last twenty?
'No', she thought with pain. 'We still have Nick. For how long, fifteen
maybe twenty years.' All she could do was close her eyes as Kelly's blood
filled her mouth. Giving into the wonderful forgetfulness of her blood lust.
* * *
Jessy held Fran close, his hands moving over the skin that he had caressed
so many times. She had been his first. The first one to, give up, and let him
ease her past her fears, without the threat of being stripped of all thought.
She was the mother of the mortal in his house that still called him 'father'.
For her he had risked so much as he led her into this, knowing she could resist
almost at any time. Had drank willingly, given herself and her child into his
keeping. *I love you. * He kissed her brow as he felt her press even farther
against him.
"I know. I've always known, even when I was so confused, I knew, deep down,
that you loved me. Even if it is only because of Nick."
"Darlin, please baby, be fair. Before Nick's sixteenth birthday, I couldn't
give you what you wanted from me. But after that night, when have I ever failed
to remind you of who I was?"
"Will you do something else for me?"
Jessy moaned, kissing her hard. "Damnit girl, you've been with me long
enough to know that I would never say no."
"I want to die here. I don't think I can go back to where it all started
for me. I know that with Puck's death that my mistress isn't going to be able
to live here much longer. This is where you both have lost so much. But, I
couldn't go with Jake when he died, I still had things that I needed to do. But
I don't want to leave here and die somewhere else." She looked up at him. "I
couldn't go when Jake did, but would you please do like you did with Precious
and Angel, and Baby and Bright Eyes, and let me share an urn with him. Maybe I
am weird, but that way I feel like we are more connected forever."
He so wanted to tell her yes, but to do that, he would have to end her life
tonight, and he couldn't do that. It was taking every ounce of his control that
he had now to keep himself, his Childe, and so many others together. *Kris? *
He had to wait for her to gather enough of her wits to respond. He had done
right in turning the care of his house over to her for the night. They would
see to it that for this first sharp stab of grief that she had something else to
concentrate on.
*Yeah? *
*I have a request from you, I know how you feel, your pain. I also know
that this is a house that has seen too much death for you to be comfortable in
it. But, Darlin has asked if she could live out what time she has left here, so
that her ashes can join my Boy's. I would say yes, she has more than earned
that little comfort from me, but I also know you want to leave so badly. Do you
think you can bear up here until such time as she dies, or do I have to send her
to her rest tonight? *
*How much longer do you think she has, Father, not what you tell them, to
keep them from worrying, but really? *
Jessy inhaled Fran's scent, detecting the beginning touches of the end.
*Two, maybe three days. Surely by the time we rise on the third, she is going
to want to go. *
*Okay, I can give her that. But just as soon as we mix her ashes with
Jake's we start to get things together. I don't want to be living here this
time next week. *
*Promise. *
Jessy looked down at Fran as she looked up into his eyes, a desperate plea
in them. "Okay, I can do that. For the little time I have left with you. This
is your home, and I will never force you to go on into another."
She lifted her chin, offering her throat to him as he bent to drink. "Thank
you."
Nick stood at the door, watching his father as he fed off his mother.
"There room for one more in here? Kris seems to be pretty busy, and I don't
think any of the rest would fully understand what is going on."
"Of course, come on love. Just taking care of Darlin here. She is going to
be with me for the next few days, solid. So you and Kris will either have to
learn to join in or stick to yourselves and the others here."
Nick moved across the room. "Mother? What happened? You and I we used to
be so close, but after Jake died, what happened? Did you suddenly stop loving
me?"
Fran shook her head, opening her arms to welcome him into the closeness.
"No, but, after Jake, I couldn't. I wasn't like Mitch after Danny and Brenda
died. For so long, Jake was the only man other than Jessy and you that touched
me. I can't pull away from my master. He is all I have left of what I used to
have, but the rest. I'm sorry Nicky, I didn't mean to make you feel like I
didn't love you anymore. My love for you was the only reason I could go on
after Jake left."
Nick moved slowly, stripping as he moved closer to them. "I know that
mother. I knew that it would take you time to work out what had happened in
your head and heart. But it's been more than fifteen years. You have been
loyal to a dead man for that long. I don't think he would feel cheated if you
tried to seek love now, before joining him." He pushed her back into Jessy's
arms, taking the initiative. "Remember when you used to scream so much? I'd
like to hear you do that again."
Fran cried out softly at the feel of not only Jessy's hands on her, but also
Nick's teeth biting her nipple hard, pulling at her ring there. "Remember, when
you used to beg for it to be hard? I remember what you like, trust me, mother.
I will make it as hard as you want."
It had been Jake's idea, back when he was little more than nineteen to tie
his mother to a bed and wait till after Jessy had fed from him before pulling
him aside and throwing him in the room with her. That had been the highlight of
his young life, even more than what he had gotten from Jessy. Who he had grown
up around, and knew he was a vampire. That first night, when he had all but
raped his mother, and she had loved ever moment of it. After that, it had only
taken Jessy a moment to make them both understand that there was no shame in
what they had shared. After that, Jake and him made it a habit of ganging up on
her, often. "You want the ropes, mom?"
The memory of the last time she had been tied bound to the bed as Jake and
her son used her over and over, listening to her cries as she begged for mercy
made her moan. "Yes, please, make it real, make it hard. I want to remember
what it felt like to be taken again. Please, my darling boy, help your master,
to make me beg." She might not have long to live, but like this, with the end
so clear in sight. She wanted to return to the days when her heart wasn't as
tired as it was now.
"Father?" Nick looked up from where he was pressed over her. "I know it
has been a while since you did anything out side of the play room, but she's no
like that. She just want's to feel secure."
"You are right, I haven't brought my games to bed with me since before Butch
died, but that doesn't mean that I've bothered changing anything. If she needs
ropes I will have to go and get them, but chains, I have plenty."
Nick looked down at Fran, as she lay there, open to him. Open to someone
other than Jessy or Kris for the first time in so long. "Please, she likes the
ropes better, not as cold or unforgiving, I guess." He pulled up, reaching for
her head. "Come on mother, blow me. I got to piss is the worlds worse way."
Jessy was a little surprised as Fran whimpered moving to bend to her son,
and tend to him, wrapping her lips around his growing erection, and sighing as
she began to drink his urine. "Goodness, had I known she was quite this sweet,
I would have sought her out more often." He rose to get what his son had asked
for.
"I don't think she would have ever been able to deal with some of the things
you like father. She is a good girl. I'll give you that ever ready to obey.
But a little bondage, very specific kinds of pain, a touch of humiliation, and
degradation, is pretty much as far as Jake and I could ever get her to go.
She'll do almost anything to herself, or you, you ask her. But the other's, she
never dealt with having to come to terms with what he and I make her do in front
of the others, and I don't think that now is the time to start."
"No, other than you and Kris, I don't think she is going to share time with
anyone but me for the rest of her life." He returned with several ropes. "Do
you wish to bind her any way special, or just spread on the bed?"
Nick looked around the room. Smiling as the hook that hung from the ceiling
in from of the mirror. Then back down at his mother, who was still trying her
best to please him. "Come on, mother, I think it's time we set you up."
Jessy sat back and watched as his son, tended to his mother. Seeing to it
that the cuffs were hooked to the rope fully before binding her wrists in them.
Speaking softly almost threateningly of all that he would do to her, once he had
her at his mercy.
"So, mother, when was the last time you got it up the ass?" He bit at her
shoulder. Pressing against her.
"You were, that last night. Please, honey, mercy, don't do that to me, it's
been so long." She knew her pleas were going to fall on deaf ears, but it was
still all part of how they had been so long ago.
Nick laughed at her. "I was going to use lubricant on you, but now, with
the knowledge that I was your last, the promise of how tight and hot you are
going to be. No mom, I want to hear you scream." He forced her ass cheeks
apart, teasing her with a finger for a minute, listening to her cry out in
protest. "Oh, yes, and you will beg for it. Go on, let our master hear you beg
me to fuck you dry." He reached down between her legs and began to pull sharply
at the ring in her labia. "Beg for it, or I will torment you till you do."
With one finger, he thrust in her hard. The other hand pulled sharply at her
ringed sex.
Fran looked at Jessy who sat on the bed, watching quietly. "Please, Master,
let him, please, like it used to be." She was crying in both pain and joy as
she pressed back into Nick's hand, feeling him add a second finger to his
assault on her. "Now, please, Master. I'll do it. Just please, now." She was
so afraid that if Jessy didn't give his okay for Nick to do what he wanted to
her that it would be to the point that it had gotten only twice. And her son
was going to work his hand into her, and do it without any help of lubrication.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Darlin?" He smiled, moving to stand
before her as she hung there. "If you want this, then love, make me believe
it."
Fran was twisting trying to pull away from Nick's hand as he began to work a
fourth finger in to her rectum. "Please, Master, I'm begging. Yes, I want him
like this." She cried out with pain, as Nick began to work is thumb into her.
"Please, Master, now, anything, just do it now."
"Too late mom, beg him to help you cum. I'm gonna keep my fist in your ass
until you cum." Nick pulled back his hand before forcing his fist even deeper
into her, listening to her screams with a smile. "I've missed you mother, you
don't know how much." He slammed his fist back into her.
She shook her head, fighting to breathe without wanting to cry out in pain.
"Please, mercy, oh god, it hurts."
"You want me to stop mother?" Nick went to pull his hand away.
She shook her head even harder this time. "No, please, Master don't let him
stop. Just please help me."
Jessy smiled, moving to get his crop. He had never realized how much of a
darling he had been blessed with. "You want to cum, Darlin?" He traced the end
of the crop across her breasts and belly.
Fran focus on him, in the middle of her anguish. "Yes, please, Master,
anything, I will do anything for you, just please, let me cum."
"So be it." He dropped the crop, forgotten for now, and went to his knees
before her. She had always been so sweet, but now, like this. Her sweet juices
flowing over her face as he began to tease her with his lips and tongue.
Stroking the desire for release in her. Making her moan in pleasure from what
he was doing, even as she cried out in pain at the brutal assault of the fist in
her rectum. Pleasure and pain, it always made it that much more total, if there
was pleasure as well as pain for her.
She screamed, jerking as twisting between her master who was making her cum,
and her son who kept fisting her harder and harder. She all but dance from toe
to toe as she was almost lifted off the floor with the force of her release.
Trapped between the two men.
Jessy pulled back, wiping his face, smiling. "There you go, love. Now,
while my son cleans up, for more play with you. You can give me that anything
you promised me." He didn't have much time left with her, but the time he did,
he would see to it that she knew just how much he owned her. That was all she
had ever
wanted. To, be, owned by him. "I seriously hope you get a lot of rest. I have
every intention of making you never forget who you are to me." He reached up
and grabbed the hook the hung from the ceiling. Dragging it back on the
runner's that he had forgotten were there. "So, do I need another two hooks, or
a spreader bar?" He turned to Nick as he was coming back into the bedroom.
"I don't know, I guess it is all depending n what you plan to do with her
next."
"I would have gifted her with what you just did, but she has already felt
that. How sensitive to pain is she?"
"I don't care if it hurts Master, please, anything. I am yours. Rape me.
Torture me, anything you want. Please Master, for the time I have with you,
please, anything."
"Father, I don't want to sound like I am trying to tell you what to do, or
anything. But she is a little drawn out right now. When she gets this way,
Jake made me pay close attention to what I was doing with her. Like this, she
could end up getting hurt and I really don't think she would notice."
Jessy pulled two more hooks to the front of the mirror, to see to it that
she was suspended completely, and open to them totally. "Nicholas. I have been
doing this for a lot longer than you have been around. When have I ever taken
it too far with any of them? Even Angel, who used beg me to forget that he was
still mortal and take him the way I could take him. I never did."
*What the hell is going on down there, Darlin's screams have upset the
house. * Kris's mind locked on Jessy's.
*Tell them all that there is nothing to worry about. Look back at all that
we have shared between us with them so far, Childe. She has spent so long,
living without any true ownership. Nick is just helping me to remind her who
and what she is to us. *
*No wonder Boy never, had, any need to look at anyone else. Damn, the girl
is a screamer. Okay, I'll take care of it. Have fun. *
Jessy stepped between her leg's touching her sex. "You do understand,
Darlin, you keep making all the noise you are, and I am going to have more than
one of my pets nagging at me to see what I did to you that had you singing so
loudly."
She opened her eyes. They were others. They had to know what was going on.
She shuddered. The thought of what they all thought of her, burning her with
humiliation. She hung there, naked and open. And all it would take was for one
of them to walk in and she would be completely exposed. She groaned. Jake had
used to threaten her, as she lay there exposed like she was now, that he would
drag her bound and naked in front of the others, throw her to them, to be used
and abused. He had never gotten around to doing that. But now, with the look
in her master's and son's eyes, she was so afraid that after all this time, she
would be forced to go, bound and naked and be willing to do anything, with
anyone that her master wanted. And the most frightening thing of it all, was he
wouldn't have to make her. It had been so long, she had been living alone for
so long, that if her master only said the word, she would crawl up the stairs
and do anything she was told, just to keep the old loneliness at bay.
Jessy stepped closer, reaching to touch her breast. "Don't be afraid,
Darlin. I gave you my word, that I would keep you here with Kris and I until it
was time. Nothing and no one is going to change my mind. Even if I think you
would look sweet as you gave yourself to all of them, and begged to be their
slave. No, you are mine. I will gladly share you with my children, but no one
else."
"Thank you, Master." She wasn't quite disappointed, it might have been fun,
but he was right. This was where she was for now, and where she would stay.
