Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 5 - Hunting II

Henri shuddered when the boy with hair as black as a raven’s wing took the empty seat next to him. He refused to turn his head to acknowledge him despite what had transpired earlier.

“If you have earned your fangs, raise your hand,” Professor Borgia ordered. Henri had no idea what he meant by “earned” but he knew he hadn’t done it and kept his hand down. Michael Vitéz was one of the twenty or so students to raise their hands. “Interesting. This is quite a pathetic lot then,” said the Professor.

“We are going to do an exercise so that I may gain an understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of those of you who have fangs,” the Professor said to the entire class that was now standing outside in the darkness on the grounds of the palace. “Everyone who has fangs, move to the right, the rest of you move to the left.” When the groups were formed it seemed as though the Professor was appraising each side. “Here are the rules,” he said suddenly, “Right team, you will be the hunters, Left team, you will be the hunted. Left team, you will scatter about the campus grounds, and you must stay within the bounds, and hide or run or simply wait to be captured. Whoever is captured before the end of the period must write an essay discussing the art of hunting to be handed in tomorrow. Hunters do not injure your prey in any way or you will write the same essay. I want you to simply mark them with whatever symbols you please. Once you have been captured, return to the classroom and group yourselves by the hunter who caught you. The hunter with the most prey by the end of the period will receive a prize. Hunted, you will be given a ten-minute head start. After that ten minutes, I suggest you be well hidden,” there was a pause, “Disperse!”

Henri did not fully comprehend the game until the most of the Hunted had already taken off. Among the chaos of students fleeing in every direction, Henri noticed his roommate, Andrea. He waved to him but the Medici blew past him and headed for the woods that lined the campus grounds. Henri started to run, although to where he was not sure. Unlike his peers he had had no time to become accustomed to the grounds. He was also exhausted and it seemed as though everyone else had a perfect store of energy. He looked back at the group of Hunters waiting and watching. He headed into the forest after Andrea. It was impossibly dark and the limbs of the trees blocked the light of the moon. Henri wandered aimlessly, trying to listen for the sound of others. He was not aware of the time but was sure it had about run out.

He leaned against a tree. The game was completely unfair. He was being used for the Professor’s sick experiment. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps crunching against the light dusting of snow on the forest floor. He searched the darkness and saw the faint figure of a student, after only a few more seconds there was another body. A Hunter had captured a Hunted. Henri stood up slowly and trying to be quiet. He was going to run but in seconds the icy breath of the Hunter was on him. He turned to look at the Hunter. It was someone with shining bronze eyes. He waited to be marked but the pureblood seemed frozen.

Why don’t you run?

Henri gasped. He looked around for the source of the voice, as it was not the vampire frozen before him. Henri took the advice anyway and ran.

You’re free game out here, the voice came again.

“Who are you?” whispered, so as not to attract any attention. He stopped running again, tired already. He put his palm on a tree and buckled over, panting. He felt a breeze that was more chilling than the winter air and looked up. From the shadowy figure the only thing he could make out where the glowing red eyes.

He backed up into a tree.

“I am the bird of perdition,” said the figure, moving closer. “The bane of the earth,” he said. Henri began to feel waves of euphoria the longer he stared into the fiery red. The Hunter was inches from Henri’s neck and was moving closer. “The scourge of heaven.” Henri suddenly could feel the sharp points of fangs indenting his skin.

“Professor Borgia said not to hurt us,” Henri managed to say, though he didn’t know where the thought had come from. All his conscious mind was thinking of was the contrasting heat of fire in his loins and the cold of the icy breath on his neck.

“Then offer me your blood,” the Hunter said to him.

“How can I?” Henri found himself saying. He gasped loudly when he felt the hard grab on his crotch. The Hunter put his hand over Henri’s mouth and used his other to massage the growing cock. Henri buckled under the Hunter’s hold on him. He felt the wet, cold tongue against his neck and instantly remembered what had happened to him earlier. He pushed the Hunter away, now aware it was Michael Vitéz. He turned and ran, hearing the low, arrogant chuckle from the shadowy figure behind him.

“There you are!” a voice came from the darkness. The same shining bronze eyes from before appeared before Henri and grappled his arms. He was slammed into a tree and saw, by the dim light of the moon, the Hunter use a small fang to bite her finger. She drew on Henri’s forehead with her blood and let him go. Then she was gone. Henri was defeated. He started back to the palace, and no other Hunters approached him.

Once back at the lecture hall, he observed about thirty-five others were already there. An hour had passed and there were only ten minutes left in the game. Henri took his seat.

“Who caught you?” someone with an English accent asked him.

“I don’t know,” Henri said. The girl who’d asked walked over to him and observed his forehead. “Portia Strozzi,” she said, “Go sit over there.” She pointed to a group of four students with a circle with a single line down the center drawn on their foreheads. Henri complied wordlessly.

When the game was over and the class had regrouped, Professor Borgia looked at them with an obnoxious smile. He burst into laughter. The biggest group of the Hunted belonged to Portia. The other Hunters congratulated her with excellent sportsmanship. Michael was the only Hunter who had not caught anyone, which especially annoyed Henri. Why had he gone through all that in the forest just to not participate in the game?

There were about fifteen of the Hunted who had successfully evaded capture. The Professor warned them they would have to explain themselves next night.

Portia’s prize was a bottle of refined virgin’s blood. Henri was astonished and disgusted by this. He decided to put it out of his mind. When he finally returned back to his dorm he found Andrea there, half naked once more and looking smug. He hadn’t been caught.

“So how’d you do it?” Henri asked after flopping onto his bed. Andrea began to boast of how he was able to avoid capture, and Henri half listened as he took advantage of the view of Andrea’s widespread, thick, hairy legs and cock bulging through thin white linen, until he drifted to sleep.