At Night

Night 1: The Hunter

Leandro was trying to get out of the office. He was trying to open the door. And yet with no avail, it locked and he couldn't use his super strength nor telekinesis to unlock it. "Merde!" He curses loudly in French and sank to the bottom of the floor.

He found himself staring at the painted portrait of the "Great" Niklaus. It hung right behind his desk. The painted blue eyes stared at the vampire, almost as if it were taunting him. He scoffs as he stared at it like it was a staring contest. He wishes not to be in a room with his father's antagonizing gaze glaring down upon him. Only reminding him of how he was a disappointment of a son. How he should've been Azriel. His brother.

Out of nowhere, he could hear the door unlock and immediately Leandro scurries like a rat to the chair. He hears chatter between his father and a stranger. "Leandro, I'd like for you to meet, Grayson Salvatore Reyes." Niklaus gestures his hand towards a tall man with tan skins with tattoos decorated all over his body.

The vampire stares at Grayson for a moment. His blue eyes locked into his mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes. "Well now, is he the important matters we must discuss?" He smirks, staring at him.

"A part of it. Grayson, have a seat."Niklaus points at the seat besides Leandro."As I was saying before, meet Grayson, a former vampire hunter. Whom we turned into our perfect little vampire soldier pet." He grinned mischievously.

The tattooed man obediently sat down, he crosses his arms and leans back against the chair.

Leandro stopped staring at Grayson in disgust, he hated the kindred hunters. They only murdered what they considered monsters. When in reality kindreds were supernatural species that're far more superior than humans.

"Now Leandro, I must talk about your punishment." His father said, siting down as he tried to get the attention of his son.

"My punishment? And what of it." The young vampire crosses his legs and folds his hands together. He lets his hands rest on his knees as he waited for what he has to say.

"Locking you up in a coffin for ninety -"

"Almost two hundred father, but please do continue."

Niklaus clears his throat, "I've locked you for almost two hundred years. But considering your heinous crimes committed against Prince Azriel Dracul, the Vespertillio clan have decided to extend your further punishment. We will be stripping your title as prince of the Vespertillio clan--"

Leandro stands up, he slams his fists against the desk. His face filled with rage and frustration, he was the damn Prince of the Vespertillio clan! The eldest son of Niklaus Dracul, son of Vlad the Impaler. This was an outrage. "What do you mean by that?! I'm the rightful heir. I'm your firstborn son!" He's insulted. He couldn't accept the idea of no longer being in power.

And with a swift glance from the count, Leandro was forcefully pushed down to the armchair. "Quiet." His father commanded.

"Very well, I'll be quiet now." The vampire felt something force him to utter those words.

"As I was saying," Niklaus sighs and glances at the two, "not only that but I will be furthering your punishment by assigning you both..."

The count thought for a moment, "let's call it assignments. Yes, assignments. You will work on these together, and Grayson will follow you around everywhere you go and make sure you don't slip up. Fail or refuse to do so, we may unfortunately have to..."He grins,"remove you from the clan, permanently."

Leandro's eyes widened. He knew what that meant. Once you're born or bit by someone from a vampire clan, you can't just leave. You're bound to the clan forever. "You can't just get rid of me—" He winces in pain as he tried to break free from his father's control.

Niklaus suddenly started bursting out laughing, before facing towards Grayson. "What do you think of this, Grayson Salvatore Reyes?" He smirks, "Can I or can I not get rid of this bastard?" He looks at his son with a sneer, and suddenly he starts choking.

Grayson looked at Leandro with pity in his eyes, watching him try and gasp for air. He then turns to Niklaus and clears his throat, "Well sir you can if you want to, but you'll loose an heir."

"Well I have my son, Acheron. I can get rid of Leandro, and I'd still have an heir."The Count chuckles, he snaps his fingers and all control from the Prince got removed.

He heaved loudly, coughing and wheezing like an old man. "Why did you do that?!" He shouts, his voice booming with rage.

"To teach you how to shut the fuck up." Niklaus rolls his eyes. He cracks his knuckles and gets out a file from one of his drawers. He sets it on the table and moved it towards the two men. "This will be your assignment. You're flying from New Orleans to Santa Monica, where you'll be staying at one of my private penthouses. A private plane is coming in a few hours and the servants are packing your things at this moment."

"You may exit my office now." Leandro's father cleared his throat as his eyes shifted towards the door.

Grayson immediately grabbed the folder and left the office. But Leandro decided to stay and chat with his father some more. "Why did you throw that ball? You're clearly not glad I'm back, so that couldn't be the reason. So why?" He quirked an eyebrow, his body leaned towards his father, anticipating for an answer from him.

"You see, after you...disappeared, there's been strange occurrences going around in America. Kindreds are being murdered left and right, especially vampires. And the damn idiots accuse me of doing this, I'm the sworn protector of the kindred kind." He chuckles, "I don't trust my own home. There are many people who want to murder us. And as of right now, they're lurking in this hell, the only safe place so far is my office. And because of your return, I needed something to distract them."

Leandro got up, "...I see." He then started walking towards the exit, "Have a nice day father." He hadn't expected that at all, his family was well known as these saviors of the Vespertillio clan. It did not make any sense that there's people who want to cut off their heads.

He leaves the office and sees Grayson reading the file, he had no interest in this "assignment" at all. He was the crown prince and heir to the throne, whether his family believed it or not. It seemed the man was standing there, examining the file as he waited. The vampire paid no mind to him. He was a vampire hunter and a weak little fledgling.

As he was walking, though, he felt a presence following him. Immediately, Leandro's nails sharpened and he turns around. Only to see the vampire hunter, standing before him with his eyes wide opens. "What the hell are you doing, following me?" The prince asked.

"I'm practically your bodyguard, forced to babysit some man child so that I don't wound up dead." He responds back, Grayson shuts the file and gave it to Leandro. "Here, I've been reading the file over and over, it's best you figure this out on your own."

The blonde man hands it back to the dark-haired man, rolling his eyes. "I don't need this, and I certainly do not need a bodyguard!" He exclaims and began marching off. He needed to blow off some steam. And he knew exactly what to do.

Leandro was heading towards the kitchens. He knew there'd be some servants cleaning or preparing the blood for the other vampires. And he wasn't going wasting his time drinking blood, of course not. He enters and looked around. Naturally, the servants instantly were drawn to him. The moment he stepped foot into the room, he was like a star to them.

He walked towards fraternal twins. One girl and one boy. They were staring at him the most. He liked the ones interested in him the most. He loved breaking their hearts after they found out they were his little plaything.

"What are you two doing in the kitchen? You deserve being somewhere else." Leandro smirked, he caressed the girl while he brushed his thumb against the boy's lips. The two were absolutely smitten.

"Where, your disgrace?" The girl asked, she tilts her head as she grasped onto the the vampire's hand. He looks at her, making eye contact.

"In my bedroom, both of you on my bed while I slip off your clothing. And fuck you until the only thing you'll ever think of is my cock." He chuckles as his hands were on their waist now, bringing them close.

The boy whispers into Leandro's ears, bringing him even closer. "Then do it. It's evident my sister and I are impatient to see your...cock." He lets go of him and sees the smug look on the vampire's face.

"Then let's go to my bedroom, shall we?" He said, he began walking out of the kitchens once he began taking them to his bedroom.

A few minutes later, the three were undressing each other. Leandro was undressing the maid while the servant boy was undressing him. Once the vampire and the girl were nude, she immediately crawled on top of bed. He then turns to the boy, "Let me undress you." He makes eye contact with him as he removed his clothing. He eventually turns to the girl; he crawls on top of her as he began felting her breasts while kissing her neck. She moaned quietly, biting her lips as she did so.

Leandro spreads the girl's thighs. He looks at her cunt, but more specifically, her clitoris. He began touching her there. Swirling his thumb like a Ferris Wheel before slipping into her pussy lips. He moved his fingers, trying to get her turned on. She was holding onto the pillow while the servant boy began giving the vampire hickeys. His skin was easily bruised, considering the boy was a vampire himself.

The boy began touching the prince's nipple, his shaft was already erect, as well as the servant. He kisses his neck and whispers in his ear, "Do you have lube?"

Leandro removes his fingers from the girl's cunt and turns to the boy, "No, I can use spit. It's fine."

The servant boy frowns at that thought, "No. That doesn't work like that. Your ass will tear if we don't use it."

He chuckles and grabs his cheeks, "Oh well, I'll tear your ass then." He pushes him onto the bed. He held him down as the girl watched him.

Suddenly the door swings open and Grayson stared at Leandro. "You seem like you're having fun." He cleared his throat. It was obvious he seemed awkward. He looked at the man's erection; the vampire knew he was having a hard time trying to look away from it.

He chuckles, "Would you like to join, or can you close the fucking door and leave me alone? I'm fine with either." He glanced at the twins, "are you two okay with it?"

The two agreed and the prince turns to him with a smile on his face, "They're fine with it."

Grayson shook his head, "No I'll be just ruining your fun. Whatever I have to say can wait." He exits the bedroom and banged his head against the wall, what the hell was that? He thought to himself. Seriously, he should've knocked first. Though of course, he had to guard the little shit until their punishment was over.

A few hours later, the vampire hunter stood outside of the prince's quarters. He hears footsteps coming down the hallway, and once he saw Niklaus coming his way, he remembered it all.

He was on his knees. Shirtless, as he screamed in pain. Only yelling for help as the men holding him down burnt his flesh. He remembered the sickening smell. The laughter emitting from the men's mouths, and Niklaus...standing there, giving orders. His heart was racing, and he felt sweat drip from every pore. His breath was shaky, it was like a waking nightmare that appeared out of nowhere. Was he reliving this memory again? Everything felt like a dream, but this feeling was so real. Even the unbearable pain coming down his back as he felt them brand his back.

"Cow..."

"Cow..."

"You look like a cow!"

These words kept replaying in his mind, he wants this to stop. He wasn't even sure where he was anymore.

Niklaus sees the man shaking. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. He was trying to control him. Get him to pay attention to him, but his head was starting to hurt. He winces and had a scowl on his face, "Grayson Salvatore Reyes, pay attention."

It didn't take long before Grayson stared at Niklaus. He wipes his sweat off his forehead with his blue denim jacket. "I'm- I'm sorry sir, what's up?" He asked.

"I need to talk to my son." Niklaus responds as he was about to walk into the bedroom.

Grayson immediately blocked the door. He was trying to save the embarrassment for the Count. "It's best you wait, he's very busy." He cleared his throat.

"What do you mean, he's busy?" The Count raised an eyebrow, trying to get into the room.

The door opens and the two vampires backed away. The twins giggled and laughed as they exited the bedroom. Leandro slapped their bottoms and smirked, "Nice seeing you both, come back any time now." He chuckles as he watched the two limp back to the kitchens. He sees the two men staring at him. He cleared his throat and closed the door as he buttoned his collar t-shirt.

"Lovely seeing you two." The Prince sighs and exits the bedroom. "What is it that you want?"

Niklaus stared at the servants and then back at his son, "I came here to say the private plane has arrived. The servants have packed your baggage, and you'll be going to Santa Monica now."

Leandro buttoned his white collared shirt, "Oh? Wonderful then, I suspect we go now to that- what's a plane?" He's been stuck in a coffin for almost 200 years. He didn't know anything about technology now, no surprise there.

"An airplane is-" Grayson tried to explain.

"Quiet now, fledgling. You'll find out what a plane is once you board on it, now it's best you go now before it's day. It's only 12 AM after all." The Count interrupts the vampire hunter, rolling his eyes.

"Splendid, I'll figure out what a damn airplane is." The vampire sighs, very much agitated. He grins, revealing his fangs and turned to Grayson. "Come on now, fledgling. A wonderful world awaits you."