Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 28 - Chains

It took all the strength Michael had left to stop himself from draining Henri to the point of his passing out as he had done last time. He pulled away, retracting his fangs, and looked into Henri's eyes, which were red and swollen. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Henri smiled and threw his arms around Michael's neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace. "What happened?" he asked.

"Soon after you went to sleep, I felt his presence in this house," said Michael. "He had used his power of compulsion to force Fitzgerald to invite him inside, and he went straight for Mina. He had drained her by the time I made it here. I intended to kill him, but he overpowered me. You were right, I'm... too weak to face him."

"No, no I was wrong," said Henri. "You're the only one strong enough." Henri kissed him deeply and he gave into the passion, falling back on the hardwood floor and feeling Henri's weight on top of him as their mouths and tongues collided.

"We must stop this!" Michael said, pushing Henri off of him and standing up. His arousal was evident beneath the trousers he was wearing and he attempted to adjust himself. He had to look away from Henri as he stood up wearing only white cotton undergarments. "Mina," he said, just remembering. "Meet me downstairs."

He left Henri there alone, certain his grandfather would not be returning that night. He found the others in the dining room with Mina laid out on the table. She looked like a blood splattered bride, though there was something different about the smell of her blood. He approached her slowly, pushing passed the others who were crowded around her. He looked into her open blue eyes and could see the change immediately. Vlad Tepes had made her into a vampire.

"Leave her!" Michael screamed before it happened, though there was no time for any of them to escape. Mina leapt up from the table and lunged first at the maid who had been cleaning and attending the bite wounds on her neck, sinking her teeth into the old woman's fleshy throat. She was not an experienced pureblood, but a savage vampire, and thus she tore away the woman's throat until blood was gushing out like a fountain. Michael imposed all the force of his will on her until she released the maid, who crumpled to the ground dying. He could hold her like this, but not while stopping Van Helsing from shooting her through the heart with his crossbow.

He watched as Fitzgerland through himself into Van Helsing, knocking the large hunter back and throwing off his aim. The arrow flew into Michael's shoulder and he cried out at the burning pain of the silver tip as it passed through him and he felt every moment like an eternity.

He lost his concentration and Mina was free. She attacked her brother next, and Ethan Murray came near to losing his life before Helsing dealt Mina a powerful kick that sent her flying into the wall. Before she could move again, he had pressed silver chains against her neck, holding her against the wall. As she was screaming and writhing in pain, the sun was coming up. If they did not provide her complete cover from the sun, she would burn to death in seconds. Michael threw Van Helsing off of her, sending him across the room, while using his other hand to replace the chains, wrapping them around her throat and slamming her onto the ground. She cried out in pain before he was able to impose his will over her to calm her into submission.

"Where's the cellar?" he asked Fitzgerald as he lifted her into his arms.

"Follow me," said the English gentleman. Michael followed him down to a basement cellar where he laid her out on a rotten old wooden table.

"What's happened to her?" asked Fitzgerald.

"She's become a vampire," said Michael. "I must leave here at once," he said. "I trust you will be able to stop that man, Van Helsing, from killing your daughter. You must keep her locked in this cellar. If she meets the light of the sun, she will die. Do you love her?"