Beyond the grave (Book 2)

Chapter 1- Another life

I groaned as I dropped her lifeless body to the ground. I'd done it again. This was probably the 30th time I'd killed my slave and it was starting to piss me off. I called Ryan, remembering that he'd managed to fix his problem some how.

Ryan was my best friend, he'd helped me control my demonic urges and helped me become more...humane I guess. "Ryan how did you sort your problem out?"
"Oh yeah hi to you as well asshole. I sorted it out by getting a slave and making them my pet. A pet is you know, where your slave is more of a lover but they haven't been freed yet."
"I KNOW WHAT A PET IS!"
"Whoa chill out. Listen, there's this one slave i have left, he's really disobedient but he's really really hot. His names Ricky, you can have him if you want." Ricky..that name sounded unnervingly familiar...
"Oh uh yeah bring him over.."
"Alright I'll be over in around an hour alright?"
"Yeah bye.." I hung up and walked to the spare bedroom, which was a complete mess. Groaning, I began to clean it and make the bed.

After about half an hour the room was looking more decent but not 100% perfect. It'd have to do. The bed was covered in a clean black and red bedspread and the curtains were a rich colour of red with wooden draws and a wooden wardrobe. Then I head the door knock and had a quick glance in the mirror to check how I looked. My eyes were only slightly red, which was better than how it was before when they were blood red. I was dressed in a black suit and my eyes and piercings stood out the most.

I walked down the stairs and opened the door, and Ryan strode in with the other one, Ricky. As soon as I laid my eyes on him, something strange happened. I had a vision of me holding him in my arms, telling him I loved him. Which was absolutely ridiculous. But he was absolutely gorgeous! He looked familiar, his blue eyes, his piercings his raccoon like makeup... I frowned and Ryan rolled his eyes, leaning against my wall. "Are you gonna take this piece of shit or not?"
"He's not a piece of shit and yeah I am." I said, overcome with the sudden urge to defend this...this human. Ricky was dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and jeans, he just looked...perfect.

Ryan and Ricky locked eyes before Ryan punched Ricky and muttered something in his ear. I looked as Ricky fell to the ground, blood dripping slowly from his nose. Once again, I had the urge to defend him. Instead, I picked him up and carried him into the spare room, his weight and the way he laid in my arms was once again familiar. Ricky rested his head against my shoulder and instead of punishing him, like I knew I should I just...held him.

I gently laid him on the bed and cleaned his nose up, making sure I didn't hurt him. "T-thanks uh...what's your name?"
"Chris...I'm Chris Ricky..." something about this man brought up feelings of love and compassion, feelings I thought had died long ago. "Why would you help me Chris?"
I honestly didn't know. I guess it was just an instinct? Or something, it just felt natural and right. "I don't want you dead." Tears started to fall from his eyes. "I'll go deal with Ryan, and when he's around I guess you'll have to call me sir?" He nodded and leant his head against the wall, exposing his neck where I saw a faint mark.

I went to Ryan and glared at him, especially when I saw the blood on my new shirt. "What was all that Ryan?"
"You'll understand Chris. Now, I've got to go so bye Chris."
"Bye?" I said, standing in the hall unsure what I should do. "Chris?" I turned around to see Ricky standing behind me, looking awkward and kinda sad. "What's wrong pet?" I said instinctively, watching as his cheeks went a light pink.

"N-nothing I just uh..don't know where everything is..."
"Oh. I'll take you on a tour later then. For now, just go back to your room pet."
"Yes sir.." he said, eyes downcast as he walked up to his room. I sat down on the floor and held my head as it started burning. I had visions of concerts, Ryan and Ricky, the demon king Lucien, music and fame...and it put me through agony. What was he putting me through just by being here and how does he have this power over me?
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