Part 18 (1/2)

It was a lie. s.e.x with Bryce had been ecstasy. ”Then I want to be a vampire too,” Tyler breathed. ”I was one once. Make me one again.”

He shook his head. ”No. You were meant to be destroyed back in the twenty first century. Besides, Dino must reign as intended, without you.”

Tyler eyed him. ”Then who will he reign with...you?”

He smiled. ”It was his destiny.”

Tyler was beginning to understand now. ”You want to get rid of me because you want him yourself. Why don't you just say that?”

He looked away. ”You must go. I have to prepare for his initiation ceremony.”

”Why did he change his mind?” Tyler demanded, not ready to give up just yet. ”Why didn't he kill me in the twenty first century when he had the chance? Are you sure it was only l.u.s.t that made him spare my life?”

”l.u.s.t can be very powerful, especially vampire l.u.s.t.”

”How do you know that your version of fate is the right one?” Tyler challenged him.

”Because I am a vampire G.o.d, and I know the prophesy. You are a mistake, an accident.” He looked at him now, as if he were a fly to be swatted away. ”It is over. Thanks to that idiot Ethan and his greed, Dino is back where he belongs.” His gaze s.h.i.+fted to the door. ”Now that's all I plan to explain.”

Instantly, two male vampires entered the room. ”Take him,” the vampire said. ”See him safely onto the s.h.i.+p and make sure he leaves.”

The two creatures grabbed Tyler by the arm. He struggled against them as they dragged him to the door. ”I want to see him before I go,” Tyler called over his shoulder.

”That I'm afraid, is out of the question,” he sneered. ”Take him,” the vampire barked, and Tyler was whisked out the door.

CEREMONY OF THE BLOOD

Figures were swirling in front of his eyes. It was as if they were dancing. There was some kind of a chant reverberating in his ears. He tried to move. He couldn't. His heart beat like a drum in his chest. He forced his eyes to focus. His hands were laying one on top of the other, across his chest. Jesus. Was he dead? He tried to lift them. Nothing. He was lying on some sort of a table that was covered by a soft material...felt like velvet.

His mind again told his body to move. There was no response.

”Don't worry,” a voice said suddenly, stroking his hair, ”it's the blood loss. You are too weak to move yet.”

He opened his mouth to speak. No words came out. He felt paralysed. He closed his eyes. Tyler. I'm in love with Ethan. Those were Tyler's words. Somewhere along the line in his drug-induced haze he had heard him tell him that. He had betrayed him. And Modem. Modem's name was Ethan Hues. He had been on his Top Ten List of suspects. If he hadn't been dragged away from his post at Sentra, he would have captured the little b.u.g.g.e.r before all h.e.l.l broke loose. And as for Captain Smart...if he ever got out of this mess alive, he would pay for shooting his veins full of ID.

He tried to think. The last thing he remembered, Smart was telling him how he and Modem were involved in the drug trade together. He had taken his clothes off. Then that man had come into the room with the syringe. Suddenly images came floating back to him. He had been in a state of heightened s.e.xual arousal.

Smart had done just about everything possible to him. And then Tyler and...Modem himself, had violated him. His jaw clenched in anger.

Suddenly the chanting came to an abrupt halt. My G.o.d, now what? Eerie shadows glowed across the room.

A man's voice said, ”Finally, he has come home to us, our lost G.o.d, our beautiful Prince. Tonight we bring him back to us. We bring him back to the blood.”

Blood? What in h.e.l.l were they talking about? The voice sounded alien. It wasn't a voice he recognised.

He felt his head being lifted. He looked up into glowing blue eyes. Real fear gripped his insides. He felt an incredible thirst. A goblet was being placed to his lips. When the liquid met his tongue, he flinched at its unnatural flavour. In spite of how thirsty he was, he tried to turn his head away. Someone or something held it in place. His head was being tipped back further and his jaw wrenched open. Someone spread his legs. He felt fingers move over his s.e.x, his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es. There was suddenly the intoxicating aroma of scented oil permeating his nostrils. It was being ma.s.saged into his flesh. Hands moved up over his chest, flicking over his nipples.

Someone moaned.

The warm liquid leaked down his throat. His hips began to move involuntarily. ”Umm,” he moaned as he felt more hands touching him, murmuring over his naked body that now lay quivering on the table.

The goblet was taken away, his head lowered. He licked the sticky liquid from his lips. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see those bizarre fluorescent blue eyes looking down into his. He felt his cold naked body cover his, his tongue dip down to lick the blood from his lips.

He was being opened, fingers invading his a.n.u.s, moving in and out. Then suddenly, it was like an electric current shot through his entire body. He cried out, his body being infused with a sense of power that yanked his body off the table and lifted him into the air. He hovered there, gasping for breath as the blond G.o.d-like creature rose with him.

He was being held, spread p.r.o.ne in the air as fingers continued to probe him, giving him wave after wave of pleasure. Then the blond creature moved over him, his white robe falling open to reveal his thick engorged phallus. He let it glide over his lips, then as Bryce's jaw fell open, he plunged it into his mouth. At the same time, he felt himself being entered by something. It was smooth and huge, greased with that deliciously scented oil.

Suddenly a hand covered his s.e.x, fondling it roughly as the object and the blond vampire's s.e.x moved in and out of him at the same time. He exploded now, his c.o.c.k vibrating with an o.r.g.a.s.m which seemed to go on and on until finally he dropped to the floor in satiated exhaustion.

After a few minutes, when his breathing returned to normal, he opened his eyes to see this beautiful white haired man standing in front of him.

The vampire smiled at him. ”I'm Thor. I'm your servant,” he bowed his head. ”Do you know who you are?”

He licked his lips, looking around him at the others who stood with their heads bowed. ”I'm Dino,” he said, looking up at him. ”How did I...?”

”You are home,” Thor said, smiling. ”Please, Prince, if you would be so kind,” he let his robe fall to the floor, ”I want you to f.u.c.k me.”

Dino got up off the floor. As he stood, the others backed away. He eyed them, than looked around. His vision was ten times sharper. He could see a spider meticulously spinning an elaborate web in the far corner of the room. He knew that he could crush a man with one hand. He knew who he was.

He looked at the blond vampire who waited patiently for his response, then he looked at the others. ”Leave us,” he demanded.

Quickly, they fled.

”Why did you bring me back?” Dino lifted his hand to push back his hair. It was longer, hanging just past his shoulders.

”You were meant to be here all along,” Thor said with a sigh. Picking up his robe off the floor, he reluctantly put it on. ”Seems you are not in the mood to...”

”All in good time,” he replied, taking a few steps forward.

Thor reached over and pulled the red velvet robe off the table. He offered it to him with a polite bow.

Dino took it and put it on. He wrapped it around him and then met his gaze. ”Where am I?”

”You are in the twenty fifth century on the Planet of the d.a.m.ned.”

”Planet of the...?” He tasted the words in his mouth. ”What do you remember of your existence, my prince?” Thor asked him.