Chapter 11

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Step inside my mind
You can see the shrine
Got you on my walls
Believe it
—Make You Mine

JUDE CRESTON

I woke up choking on thirst, the kind that didn’t sit in my mouth but clawed through my veins, aching and hollow. The kind that felt like my blood had forgotten how to move on its own. My hand twitched against the sheets, and I opened my eyes to see Salve beside my bed.

But I couldn’t call out to him. Only he approached the side of my bed and held my hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from this, Jude. I’m sorry…”

I shake my head, No… my love. It’s not your fault. I chose to use God to escape from my guilt, to escape you…

That’s when I saw an IV dripping red liquid into my skin. Red?

Redd stood in front of me with his sleeves rolled up, movements precise as he adjusted the drip. The liquid inside the bag was dark—too dark—thick in a way that made my stomach tighten. The smell reached me a second later, and I knew it was blood.

Though with a familiar scent of a man that isn’t here… is that… ? Leo’s blood?

“Don’t move,” Redd said without looking at me. “You’ll tear something.”

I swallowed, my throat tightening painfully around the motion. I felt something wrapped around my neck and tugging against my skin, and it’s not Salve’s loving hands. I tried to touch my neck—

“Stitches,” Redd added. “You got 16, don’t tear them out.”

My fingers froze midair.

“…what happened? Why are you here?” My voice came out weak, thinner than I meant it to be, scraped raw by thirst and fear.

Redd finally looked at me. His expression was flat, tired, stripped of anything warm. “I was a medical student before I came here. I’ve taken care of minor injuries, I can take care of you.”

Redd… a medical student? Salve answered my thoughts, “You haven’t touched him before… so there’s a lot you didn’t know about him yet.”

If he’s a student, then he must be younger than he looks, human-wise. His big size makes him look older.

“Evie took too much, you just passed out last night,” Redd continued with a deep voice, his dreads tied in a tail behind his head but still voluminous enough to look like a lion’s mane.

My fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles tightening as something cold settled in my chest.

“Evie, that f*cker!” Salve exclaims, “When I master this entire ghost thing, I’ll be a poltergeist and scratch the sh*t out of him!”

Evie… Everest Santiago. He was all I saw last night. Handsome, charming, in early 1900’s London.

Redd said, “Leo and Glass had to tear him off you. They didn’t pull gently. Evie’s fangs were still in your neck when they did it.”

Goosebumps rolls into my skin at the thought of my flesh being torn off.

“That’s why the wound’s so bad,” Redd said calmly. “They ripped him out of you. Leo lost it, and bashed Evie’s head into the nearest surface. First time I’ve ever seen him do that.”

I turned my head slowly. “And Evie? How is he?”

Salve gave me another stank face. “Why the f*ck do you care?”

“When will he ever not fight back?” A brief pause. “Pryce broke it up before your man kills Evie, and now I have to nurse him in a different room while Leo is in detention. Y’know I’d have attacked Leo for hurting Evie, but I chose to stop your bleeding and take care of Glass… “

“Glass?” I asked, too fast, the name escaping before I could stop it. “Where’s Glass?”

Redd lifted an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly. Salve beside me was crossing his arms, scowling at me. But I can’t help it… I do care for him.

“Why are you looking for him?” Redd asked. I stayed quiet until he scoffed softly. “Already attached, huh? Didn’t I tell you not to do exactly that?”

I glared at him, irritation sparking despite the weakness in my body.

“It’s the way he makes you feel,” Redd said. “That’s what you’re addicted to. You’re not really into him. Trust me, it’ll be best for you to stay out of the couple’s way.”

“You mean stay out of Evie’s way and let him hurt Glass?” I questioned. I pushed myself up slightly, ignoring the pull and protest along my neck. “He’s in a very bad relationship. And all of you just let it happen.”

Redd tilted his head, studying me now with something sharper than indifference. “Let what happen, Jude?”

“Evie hurts him,” I said, quite bitterly. “And just you watch as Glass quietly suffers.”

Silence stretched between us. For a moment, I wondered if I’d said too much. But I can’t help it—when I saw Evie hurt Glass’ heart in that one vision, I imagine Salve getting hurt. I want to stop it, I want to protect him in a way I couldn’t protect Salve.

Beside me, Salve’s face softens. I hope he heard my thoughts; I hope he knows that whenever I think of Glass, I think of him. My heart will always be with him.

Redd didn’t answer me right away. He looked at me like he was weighing something, measuring how much I knew against how much I thought I knew.

“How do you know that Evie hurts him?” he asked.

I didn’t respond. He exhaled through his nose, then smiled—not kind, not cruel. Crooked. Almost entertained.

“All of that is true. Evie won’t hesitate to punish Glass if he steps out of line,” he said with a mocking smile. “But thinking Glass is some poor little victim…that’s where you’re wrong.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Evie is mean. Cruel, even.” He leaned back against the medical cabinet, arms folding loosely as if this were casual conversation. “But just because Glass is quiet, doesn’t mean he isn’t cruel too.”

I shook my head. “That’s not—”

A knock cut through the room; soft, polite. Redd turned toward the door and opened it. Glass steps into the room with a bouquet of flowers and stood on his toes to kiss Redd’s cheek, before whispering something in his ear.

Redd furrows his eyebrows and seemed to be against Glass’ request, but another reassuring kiss on his lips made the big man give in immediately. Glass has this charm that can bewitch a tough straight man like Redd, and I fear I’m just the same if not worse because of my attraction to his gender.

“I’ll give you two an hour and make sure Evie won’t know,” Redd says, a hand on Glass’ waist—which irked me against my will. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us into the room together.

Glass approached the bed at an unhurried pace, careful, as though I might shatter if he moved too fast. Then he sat on my bed and—wow. The sunlight is stronger and the room is brighter. Even the flowers are more colorful; as if I’m viewing the world in the innocent eyes of a little kid. Just like Redd said… I may have gotten addicted to this feeling.

“Hey Puppy,” Glass greets, ever so gentle. “Lucien heard about you getting hurt, so he picked these flowers for you.”

Lucien? I found myself getting a little cheered up as Glass puts them on a vase by the bedside table. But I told him, “You don’t need to use your powers here, Glass.”

“Puppy… I’m sorry,” he said with a slight pout. “… about what Evie did. Apparently, your blood was very addictive. I got a taste of it when it bled out and—ahh, Redd to hold me back. It tasted like pure honey, crystal clear waters after months in the desert. I’ve never tasted blood as rich as the one that dripped down your neck… having it straight from the veins must’ve drove Evie crazy.”

His gaze drifted to my neck, to the stitches disappearing beneath the bandages. Something dark flickered behind his eyes, as if he’s tempted by the blood drying underneath my bandages.

“I heard what you said to Redd,” he tilts his head, making me slightly nervous. “You think Evie hurts me? He doesn’t do that, haha.”

“He uses his powers on you; someone who loves you would never do that! Especially during an argument,” I say with gritted teeth, pissed that he mistreats someone as sweet as Glass.

But I underestimated Glass, and his two toned eyes lit up in realization. “You… your powers awakened.”

“Wh-what…” / “What?” Both Salve and I reacted.

Glass leans toward me, laying his hand on my stomach affectionately; but also to keep me in place. “The last time Evie used his powers on me… was years before you came here. So you can tap into the mind, yes? Memories, yes?”

“Get his hands off you, Jude…” Salve grumbles.

I hesitantly held his hand, “Please… I dont want the others to know…” could I even trust him? I fear he will tell Evie, since he tells his lover everything I fear my jig is up.

“Puppy,” he reached for my face, touching me ever so softly. There was no vision this time—which means I still couldn’t control my powers. “You’re doing so great, and I want help you with your powers. What did see, hmm? Tell me…”

He leans closer to me, as if offering a kiss in exchange for my words. His hands against my face is soft, the softest I’ve ever been touched. I’m still not convinced, but…

“Confess, my love…” he said in a way that could melt my heart into strings wrapped against his finger. I can barely hear Salve now; it’s like I could only hear Glass.

“I saw…” I whisper as Glass placed his lips on the corner of my mouth, offering warmth that I could not feel. “I saw you in a brothel. Evie, he… he found you, he burned it and took you. Glass, I… I didn’t see what they did to you in that place, I only saw what Evie saw… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you went through that… and now you’re going through the same with Evie. I saw how he hurt you, too.”

“Hmm, poor Puppy,” he hummed softly, but left me confused because why does he feel bad for me? “Your powers are weak. It doesn’t see the truth, it only sees the past how one person remembers it. I’m afraid you only saw what Evie saw.”

“What… ?” What do you mean I can’t see the truth? I see Glass pull away, before climbing on the bed and… on top of me?

“Would you like to know what really happened?” He tilts his head as he sits on top of my abdomen, making me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. “Evie has a habit of seeing me as this helpless little boy. He tends to shield me from my own actions. I fear you only see what he saw of me.”

I feel him grinding the slightest on top of me, seducing me into hell. “G-Glass…”

“Can you look into my memories and tell me what you see?”

I shake my head, “I can’t control it, I could only see if I touch—”

So he took my hand and placed it under his shirt, pushing it up to his chest. All the while his other hand is slowly, and delicately, undoing my pants. “Tell me what you see, Puppy. I’ll give you a reward.”

Glass leans down and claims my mouth with his own, all the while I feel his hand touching me down there. I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing out in pleasure at his hands all over me. His weight, his lips, god—I’m addicted. I couldn’t help but surrender, I couldn’t help but get lost in Glass if not for a vision pulling me back—

LONDON, 1902

“You must be Glascow,” Lord Everest said gently, eyes full of interest for the only dark skinned prostitute in the country. “Your eyes look uninterested… dull, but somehow it makes you look even more attractive.”

Glass didn’t reply, but he slightly scoffed at the backhanded compliment. These clients always wanted to soften him up because he acts so cold. Lord Everest even adds, “Ahh, it’s dangerous for the sun to appear in this place. You might outshine all the women, they’ll want to stone you.”

Glass was not laughing; is the white man saying he deserves to be stoned because of his beauty? What weird little pink-toned man. Glass wanted to get this over with, so he started to strip.

“Keep the clothes on, darling,” said Lord Everest. Despite his eyes full of hunger and lust, he had no interest for s*x with Glass.

Offended, definitely insulted, Glass asks “Why? Are you disgusted by my color? Does my skin not please you? Why are you here then? To show everyone you could afford the darkskin?”

Everest blew into a laugh so hard, he slapped his own knees. When he calmed down, his eyes fell onto the young male prostitute. “I like you… really. Pour me a drink and come take a seat…”

But that changed everything, and Glass knew Lord Everest was not like the rest. Not even human; but a charming devil.

Lord Everest requested for him daily, in the morning. Their relationship blossomed after 15 days of speaking in the room, and it has blossomed to the point of Glass wanted more than just words between them. It’s a pain how Lord Everest doesn’t see him that way.

Glass would lay his head on the Sir’s lap as he played with his braided hair. “You’re wearing a lot more pearls today, darling…”

Glass rolled his eyes, “Morrison put out a cigarette on me; still believes I don’t feel pain even when I screamed and begged for him to stop.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be,” Glass sat up, “I spit in his drink and mixed lamp oil in it. He was too drunk to notice, but I hope he burned from the inside.”

That made Lord Everest laugh. Glass fixed his hair as he said, “Three of my clients have gone missing. I’d die for Morrison to be one of them…”

“Do you not feel bad about losing your clients?”

“Losing? Hell gained another worker! Now they know what it’s like to be crawling through mud for pennies…” Glass said.

“I’m glad you don’t mourn them.”

“But death is an easy escape,” Glass said, kneeling on the bed and leaning against Lord Everest’s body, as if seducing him. “I want them to feel pain. To know what it’s like to be dirt under everyone’s shoes.”

“You’re a nasty little bird, aren’t you?” Lord Everest took Glass’ hand and kisses his wrist. He even dragged his affectionate tongue against it. “Wishing death upon your clients as if I’m not one of them…”

Glass clung onto him, arms around the man’s shoulders. “Well, you better make sure you’re not like them, Sir Everest…”

How could a vampire be lost in a human’s eyes? Glass’ plump lips are open as if inviting him in, and good Lord, Everest’s lust is being pulled in without resistance.

“If you spit in my alcohol, I’d drink it all…” Everest said, staring straight into his eyes.

“Why wait for the alcohol when you can get it straight from me?” Glass asks, leaning into his face to chase after a kiss, begging for Lord Everest’s touch in a way he doesn’t want from any man.

Everest’s eyes fall dangerously, as his thirst isn’t just for blood anymore. That’s more dangerous; falling into this emotion is more dangerous than sinking his fangs into this boy.

“I want to try my best pleasing you…” Glass whimpers, “I will take a role of the man, just please make love to me… touch me…”

If only Everest isn’t holding him back from landing their lips together; he can’t. Not when he’s this hungry, not when he wants Glass so much. This young man might die in the hands of a yearning vampire.

“I can’t have you do that knowing it’s not what makes you feel good…” Everest whispers against his lips, and Glass leans forward trying to make them touch if not for Everest holding his head. His thirst for his client outweighs the thirst inside Everest. “And I can’t take you in the same way they do, my darling. I refuse to be like them.”

“I would c*m just by your touch…” Glass whispers, looking into Everest’s eyes, eyebrows furrowed as if he wants no food, no air, just him. “I want you…”

“Mmm,” the Lord finally gave in and touched Glass between his legs, making him whimper in pleasure. “S*x is but a moment of climax that ends after a minute. Tell me what gives you the greatest pleasure, one that will never end. Tell me what makes you truly happy, darling.”

Glass moans against his touch, “Nothing would make c*m harder than making love on top of their corpses.”

The next night, Glass entered room 8 with Lord Everest already sitting on the bed. But this time, it was different. The man had brought another man… someone Glass doesn’t know. But the other one doesn’t look rich, he only looks handsome with a peasant’s clothes.

“Sir Santiago… who is this?”

“This is my friend, Elliot…” Everest had his coat off and is unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve had a very bad day today, my love. Take off your clothes. I want to make love to you on top of a man who can give you what I can’t.”

“I—but I don’t…”

“Shhh, take this…” Everest gives him a drink that didn’t smell of alcohol, but instead, flowers. “Drink this, and I will personally make love to you.”

Glass drank all of the warm liquid inside the cup, staring straight into Everest as if entrusting his entire being to him. It tasted… tangy. Metallic, and it felt like the thick honey inside it wasn’t mixed well into the drink.

Finally, he dropped the cup and lost his breath. Everest took off his gown, and Glass climbed on top of the Lord who helped remove his corset. It doesn’t matter if there was another man with them; Glass is going to kiss and touch Everest like he had always wanted.

What is this feeling… I feel… like I couldn’t remember anything before this… He kissed Lord Everest as if it was the last thing he will ever do, claiming it as if he had the right. His breath was heavy, needy, and he welcomed Lord Everest’s hands all over him. Elliot’s fingers are prodding behind him, followed by his tongue that made Glass sigh in front of Everest.

“Does it feel good?”

It’s the only thing I feel… Glass nods, “Only because… you are with me…”

Everest rewards him with a kiss. There’s a moment where Glass realized he’s leaning in for more, chasing the kiss, and that realization sends another wave through him. Being wanted like this—without cruelty, without haste—makes his knees weak.

When Elliot started to f*ck Glass, his member was taken care of by Everest and it wasn’t like any other night; he was being cherished, loved, and he could feel the hunger Everest had for him. His mind hazy, but his eyes focused on the Lord he is so helplessly infatuated with.

Those lips on his bruised neck seemed to make the pain disappear, and his hands on both of their members gave Glass the warmth he’s been begging for all these days. Was it possible for a prostitute to crave the warmth he’s been giving to all these men, and only feeling that hot pleasure with just one man?

“My Lord…” Glass moans, grinding his *ss against Elliot’s d*ck. “I… I—”

I don’t have the right to confess. It would be a sin, for a man like me to fall in love with a man like him. “I want more… please…”

“Elliot, on the bed…” he demanded, the man following and lying still as Glass is placed on top of him, having the young man ride on reverse while facing the young Lord.

“You are beautiful… but you are more than your beauty, my darling. I want every single thing that makes you, you…” Everest kissed him as if he was a delicate flower that will break if he is too harsh, holding their members together.

“I’m gonna c*m…” Glass’s thoughts thin out, edges blurring. For once, his body isn’t bracing for pain or performance. His lips part on instinct alone, and the soft sound he makes surprises him. It feels dangerous how good this feels—how easily pleasure replaces pain.

Everest grinds against him, possessive over his lips and body beyond s*x. He wants his spirit, his entire being. Glass is bounding harder, their c*cks rubbing together with the motion. Until Glass had an explosive climax, and Everest quickly clamped his teeth against his own wrist, drawing blood.

“Drink, my love… be mine, for eternity…” Everest commanded, and Glass wanted nothing less than to belong to him.

He didn’t question why he had to drink Everest’s blood. But the moment he swallowed, the world broke.

It was a heat blooming behind his eyes, like a second pulse waking up where no pulse should be. His senses sharpened violently. He could hear fabric shift, feel the pulse beneath Everest’s skin, smell blood like a hymn. Desire twisted into hunger, deeper and older than lust, and it frightened him how natural it felt.

Everest’s blood slid down his throat thicker than wine, brighter than anything he’d ever tasted, and then it answered something inside him. Glass gasped from the painful heat, as if reality itself burning.

Glass clutched at Everest, suddenly terrified. He cried out, fingers digging into Everest’s shoulders. “Help, I—! Ahh—! IT BURNS!”

He quite literally clawed his one eye out and Everest had to hold him still, watching blood gush out of his left eyes. “Shhhh, shhh…”

Everest licked his bleeding face, assuring him the pain will go away. And in time, he’s gonna love it. Glass kept crying—tears out of one eye, blood in the other.

“Glass… my baby…” Everest presents him with a gift, the man behind him—frozen by Everest’s powers. “You’re thirsty. Here… enjoy yourself…”

Glass’ cry of pain turned into laughter as his fangs emerge from his body, unable to resist as he turned around to eat the man who f*cked him not a minute ago; not drink, but eat. Everest joined him in laughter, kissing Glass’ neck lovingly as the newborn vampire eats his heart out.

After that night, Glascow remained by the window the whole day, no man requesting him so there is not a penny earned. His eyes are less tired; one of them covered like he’s a pirate. Who would hire a half-blind prostitute in London? One whose clients disappear and die?

But he no longer cares about money, or life. It’s a strange feeling, like he’s void of life. He can barely remember what happened that night. He thinks of jumping off the window… would his life end?

“Glascow! The American is here to see you.”

This time, Glascow didn’t rush. His feet encased into old, tattered shoes fell onto wood. He feels his life slipping out of his hands; as he is no longer alive, but the undead.

When he entered the room for the last time, he sees madam was sitting frozen on the chair, pearls removed from her body and instead wrapped around Everest’s hands, offered as gifts to him.

“Wh-what are you doing… and what did you do to me…”

“I’m presenting you a parting gift,” he says with a huge smile, offering him the madam’s pearls. “I’m leaving London. I thought I’d leave you with a gift.”

“Y-you’re leaving? After you turned me into a monster YOU’RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME?!” The room ignited into flames as Glass’ powers awakened in his rage. The fire burned like the pain he felt that night—touching the madam’s dress, making her scream for his mercy. “SHUT UP! YOU DESERVE TO GO TO HELL, YOU DESERVE NOTHING BUT PAIN! You will only die until every wh*re in this brothel have turned to ashes—in the meantime, feel the f*cking flames, b*tch!”

Everest has never looked so in love.

Glass was never scared. He as furious, turning to Everest. “You… you monster, you are not leaving me. Else I will hunt you for the rest of your days—YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME!”

“Glass… forgive me, I—”

“A vampire, are you not?” Glass asked, fragments of his memories coming back but all he knew was the burning sensation and blood. “You… you’re a vampire, and you turned me into one!”

Everest smiles, reaching behind him to show off a sack, untying it and pouring out hundreds of rings from tens of men who left their mark on him. “Justice. For you, my love. I will leave… but only with you, my vampire lover.”

Glass was frozen in shock as he finally looks around the burning room and realize—he did this. Not Everest, no. He was turned into a vampire that night and burned the brothel. He was frozen in shock, only now realizing amidst his psychosis.

“Look at you… my beautiful creation!” Everest took Glass in his arms and waltz the burning room with him, the brothel being overrun by screams of the prostitutes that Glass d*mned to hell. Even the madam burning in the center of the room, unable to die because of his curse.

“If you are dirt, my love…” Everest confesses, “Then they are nothing but ashes…”

Hearing that, Glass starts to smile as he felt happiness for the first time.

Glass looks up at him, no longer shy. For he burned the brothel, which means he’s no longer a prostitute. “Am I dreaming… Eve?”

“No. This is real.”

Glass laughs in utter glee as they made love on top of their corpses—but love is beyond s*x, beyond penetration. They don’t need to f*ck for Glass to fall deeply in love with the man he will spend eternity with.

“Even if you are the angel of death…” I saw Glass holding onto Everest in the middle of a burning room, “You’re never leaving me, Everest. You’re mine… you made me yours, but you are just as mine. Take me with you… for eternity.”

All of that I saw, while Glass is on top of me making love to my d*ck after his lover tore off my neck. I watched him sighs in pleasure, moan out my name in the same way I saw him moan out Evie’s. I held him by the hips, feeling our climax combine into one that I can feel deep in my gut.

“I’m c*mming… Jude… ahhh, you’re such a good puppy, Jude…” he whines as I hit his prostate over and over again, slamming him onto me like I’m searching for myself after getting lost inside of him. He gasps out, “Take my blood… take it, as much as you want…”

The moment he came all over my stomach, I grabbed him by the hair and pull him towards me, clamping my teeth against his shoulder blades to reap my reward. F*ck, it tastes good!

My climax inside of him while his blood goes in side of me—I feel alive, full, in love. F*ck! I curse myself for doing this in front of the Lady—in her house even. I’ve surrendered to the pleasure, I’ve quenched the thirst. There’s no turning back for me; all I can do is confess my sins to Salve.

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