A Little Less Sixteen Candles... Continued

Patrick's First Drink

Beckett looked toward the young vampire who had announced his arrival.

"Leave us," then almost as an afterthought. "Who's in the corridor?"
"Just Mike, Master William," Ryan replied puzzled over where Beckett was heading.
"Is Spencer aware of this?"
"Not that I know of, Master, I haven't seen him tonight."
"Well, then, inform Mike that no one is to know about this until I'm ready. Including Spencer."
"Yes, Master William," Ryan retreated from the room, leaving Pete alone with Beckett.

Beckett leaned back on his desk and folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at Pete still kneeling. Taking a few steps forward, Beckett smiled thoughtfully as Pete remained, unmoving.
With considerable force, Beckett swung a long slender leg into Pete's abdomen, sending him spinning across the room, finally crashing against the wall with tremendous force.

"Master!" Ryan's voice could be heard beyond the door. "Is everything all right?"

Pulling the door open furiously, Beckett glared at the vampire two months older than Pete, but the difference was quite remarkable. Pete's special treatment had made him strong, unbelievably strong for one so young. He had always been cocky, but vampirism had only made him worse and the mixture of strength and confidence made him perfect for the task Beckett wanted him to perform. But first, he would make him suffer for the many months of trying desperately to reclaim him.

"Go away, Ryan!" Beckett growled angrily. "When I want you, I'll call for you!"

By the time Beckett had closed the door and turned around, he stepped back suddenly at the sight of Pete only inches from him. A heftily swung punch floored Beckett in an instant. It had been so very unexpected and he found himself skittering backwards, unable to keep his balance. Spreading out his arms behind him, he managed to break his fall.

"So, your pride gets the better of you and you give yourself away," Beckett snapped as he rose quickly to his feet.

Focussing all his powers, Beckett unleashed a wave of energy that lifted Pete from his feet and sent him crashing back against the desk. Gasping with shock and pain, Pete writhed and struggled, frustrated that Beckett was able to hold him against the front panel with apparent ease.

"I should have realised your real purpose for coming here," Beckett sneered. "Did you honestly think I could be so easily fooled?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Pete growled through gritted teeth as Beckett held him pinned effortlessly.
"We'll see, shall we?" Beckett snapped.

Invading Pete's mind, Beckett tore into both his conscious and sub-conscious thoughts with all the disregard of a thief ransacking a house. The pain inside his head hit Pete like an explosion. At first he fought against it, trying to throw up walls against the onslaught, a natural reaction for the trained hunter, but he was soon overpowered by Beckett's greater strength. The excruciating pain and turmoil inside Pete's mind rapidly reduced him to a limp, semi-conscious heap hanging helplessly against the desk, still held firmly by Beckett's power.

"What are you up to, Peter?"

The words echoed in his mind. Pete wasn't certain if Beckett had actually spoken or not, but his reply was a whispered jumble of words.

"N...nothing...I...Master, p...please!"

Beckett frowned when he found nothing to indicate a trick or trap of any kind. Withdrawing slowly, Beckett smiled cruelly as Pete gasped and slumped heavily to the floor, his back no longer pinned to the desk.

"Get up!" he ordered harshly, inconsiderate of Pete's continued pain and disorientation.

Beckett looked on, a self-satisfied smirk plastered across his face as Pete struggled to co-ordinate his limbs.