The Only Son

Chapter VII

As soon as Karl was back in the room he shared with Alexander he grabbed a cigar and started smoking, grabbing a bottle of Whisky as well.

Karl was stressing and he wasn't sure why, he had known Alexander for a long time, but not as he had for the past few days. He wasn't going to lie and say that he doesn't find Alexander attractive, but he'd never even considered this to be what the future had in store for him a few years back.

Somehow Karl felt as if he could feel what Alexander was going through in surgery, he could even picture it in his mind. He took another sip of his whisky and tried to empty his head.

A part of him wished he never pulled Alexander into his plans, maybe he wouldn't have fallen for the male like he has.

Alexander. Gods, he was gorgeous. He had made the somehow standard vampiric look, look like the highest form of beauty.

Karl wasn't blind, he knew beauty when he saw it and he was long aware of his preferences. He decided that whatever he liked or enjoyed, he liked or enjoyed that's how simple it was for him.

As soon as Alexander pulled off his shirt to clean himself from all the blood it was over Karl. Alexander wasn't ripped and didn't have the slim soft body of a twink, he was simply put a persons wet dream.

That's all that Karl could describe of him at first sight, a wet dream. However after finding out that the living wet dream was related to the super sized bitch Karl recoiled a bit in disgust.

Karl was lost in his thoughts again, until an alarm bell started ringing, breaking his thoughts and causing him to go check on whatever was going wrong.

Turns out it was the security cameras sending alarm, because of visitors. Both Miranda and Alexander were standing in front of the metal gates, Alexander seemingly being fine.

Opening the gates Karl hurriedly made his way to the entrance and greeted the two.

"The surgery was a succes and I expect great things from the two of you" With that the two men were left in silence.

Within seconds Alexander collapsed sobbing from the extruciating pain. Karl quickly grabbed him, brought him inside and pulled away Alexanders shirt.

Alexanders abdomen was completely wrapped in bandages, with dried blood covering a few parts of said bandages.

Picking the sobbing male up, Karl didn't expect the sudden shout of pain coming from Alexander.

"STOP! Stop moving me!" Alexander was whimpering and crying in his grasp. Karl ignored it, making Alexander scream at him, the screaming died out a little when Karl placed him on the mattres.

Alexander desperately wanted to claw at his stomach and nearly did before Karl grabbed his hands and held them tightly.

"CALM DOWN!" Alexander let out an audible whince. Karl slowly let go of Alexanders hands and took another look at the bandages.

"What are you screaming about?" Alexander took a few deep shuddering breaths and whiped away the tears from his cheeks.

"... I felt it all... I can still feel it"

Alexanders voice couldn't have been more quiet. Karl lost it, for a split moment he completely lost all control over his ablities and it was as if the entire factory was shaking and the creaking of metal was so loud that the people in the village could hear it.

Miranda didn't use any pain medication on Alexander during surgery. Karl took a deep breath trying to calm down, Alexander noticed and gently grabbed Karls hand and ran his fingers over the knuckles.

"I'll be okay... We'll be okay" Alexander murmured tears stained his cheeks and his eyes were red, his voice was croaky.

Karl looked him in the eyes.

"It's not okay"

Alexander looked away from the piercing eyes as Karl spat venom, it wasn't directed at him, but it felt like it. Grabbing Alexanders chin, Karl made him look at him.

"I'm going to kill that bitch, even if it's the last thing I do"

"Then I'll be alone"

Karl gently placed his forehead against Alexanders, his hand lowering between their bodies until it laid over Alexanders chest, more precisely his heart.

"You won't be" Karl pulled away and placed a kiss against Alexanders forehead.

Alexander hummed and smiled at the feeling of the lips against his forehead, closing his eyes.

"You should rest, I'll wake you up in a few hours and have food ready for you"

At sound the soft spoken words Alexander fell asleep, his body now laying limply against the matress. Karl sighed in relief at the sight of the male sleeping somewhat peacefully.

"I'll kill her, I'll kill her for everything she has done to us, I promise this to you" Karl whispered.

Alexanders lips twitched up, he felt comfort in pain. When he woke up he felt the pain, he felt his stomach being cut open and his organs being moved around, lifted and removed.

When the uterus was placed and attached to god knows what, he felt pain, but not his own. He didn't know the girl that was defiled by Mirandas actions, but he felt her pain.

After waking up he noticed that he was at the ceremony site again and Miranda was standing over him a pleased smile on her face. He felt his throat turn dry at it.

"I'm truly glad Alexander, you shall bring me great joy when my little Eva is born" Miranda said and brushed her thumb over his cheek, Alexander felt as if his cheek was burning when she pulled her thumb away.

"Heisenberg must be starving to see you, let's hurry shall we? I'm sure that you two have a lot of business to get to together" If he didn't vomit when she laid her hand on his cheek, he might as well vomit now.

Of course he didn't, but if he could he would. He had never seen Miranda this happy and quite frankly it made him very uncomfortable.

Karl, he wanted to go to him. He wanted- no, he needed to see him. The man managed to give him comfort in a place that had rather little of it.

The walk was excruciating, he didn't let Miranda see that, but the smug smile on her face told him that she knew that he was in pain.

She probably got off on seeing people in pain, considering she causes it so much. Sometimes Alexander wonders about what would've happened if she never came to this village.

Then again thinking about it wouldn't be fun either, he would've never met Karl and his life would probably still be miserable if not more than that.

Maybe, just maybe Alexander can convince Karl not to build the army and maybe they could just run away. Start over, make lives for themselves.

It would be difficult, but not impossible. Though, Karl would probably never want to see anything that has to do with the time he spent here, then again neither would Alexander.

'I wonder if I can even be accepted in the society these days'

The vampiric male was lost in thought, not realising that he and Miranda had already made it to the factory and that the gate was opening, until he heard the familair squeals of metal.

'Home?'