Tudor Rose [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 2 - Masters

Michael came through the door to his room much more calmly than he wanted to. If he were to touch anything it would be destroyed so he maintained control over his entire body as he sat at the edge of his bed and looked out of the window.

            The king of vampires, also known as Vlad the Impaler, and Michael’s grandfather, was in London and was demanding to see him. When he visited a city he required all of his family members from the surrounding areas come to kneel to him.  Michael’s mother had already written to him to tell him this, but he had avoided going. Michael hated his grandfather and the tyranny with which he ran the vampire world. Everyone despised the Draculas because of him. Michael despised the Draculas because of him.

            Michael’s family remained mostly in Transylvania or surrounding areas. His mother was just one of Vlad’s many children, and his father was also a Dracula three times removed. The marking features of a Dracula were black hair, olive skin, and deep red eyes that passed as brown to humans. His parents were neglectful and decadent. Servants had raised him and his parents only spoke to him to hold him accountable for failures and require accomplishments from him. The last time he spoke to his parents in person was when the families of the first year students at Tudor Rose had gathered before the first semester. That was when it was announced that Michael would be engaged to Adali Hohenzollern.

            Michael felt his fists clenching in anger thinking of his fiancé. She had long ash blonde hair and blue eyes and an abominable accent. She was the object of desire of every boy at Tudor Rose. Michael knew this because he could hear their thoughts. That was the power of the Dracula bloodline. The exclusive ability to communicate with, listen to, and control the minds of others, even pureblood vampires.

            But Michael had no interest in the Hohenzollern princess. He rolled his neck. He wanted to go outside. He got up and opened the door to find the blond kid who’d bumped into him before standing awkwardly in the hall. His eyes narrowed as he looked over him fully. He had never seen this one before. The boy’s eyes were blue but maybe green, wide, and staring back at Michael with evident fear. Michael didn’t think this one had even grown fangs yet. He laughed shortly and walked away.

            He was waiting to meet someone, an informer. Cedric was an orphan who Michael had been unable to ignore one night in September. He was around twelve, scrawny, but smart. He had tried to pickpocket Michael. Instead of killing him, Michael decided to make his first vampire. His parents had made hundreds. It was actually a status symbol to make vampires, since their undying loyalty was to their maker. Since that day, Cedric had been Michael’s servant and spy.

            Michael walked the grounds with the ultimate goal of going to the stables where Cedric would meet him when the sun went down. When the sun had finally set, Michael had already been waiting patiently against the stable wall when Cedric came flying. The boy bowed before him.

            “My lord,” he said.

            “Did you find out the information, Cedric?” Michael asked coolly.

            “Your grandfather is staying at the Whitehall Court.”

            “I already know that, Cedric. Why is he here?” Michael said, still calm.

            “He’s got guards all around him and it’s too bloody difficult to spy on him. All I know is he has girls in there every night and I thinks he drains ‘em dry because they don’t come out.”

            Michael’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the uselessness of his servant. He unsheathed his fangs and Cedric’s eyes went wide with anticipation. Michael bit into his palm and made a fist. Cedric leaped up to get to the slow stream of blood before it was wasted on the floor. He lapped it up like a dog before Michael snatched his hand away. The blood of a pureblood was like opium to a vampire. It was not necessary for Michael to pay Cedric in this way, but each time he did, Cedric became more devoted to his master.

            In that moment Michael realized they were not alone. He felt the beating heart of someone outside the stables. The body tried to escape but Michael was already through the window and had his hand wrapped around the spy’s throat and his arm around their chest.

            Cedric came out of the stables and wiped his mouth of blood.

            “You can go, Cedric,” Michael said. His servant bowed and disappeared with the invisible speed of a vampire.

            In Michael’s arms was the blond boy from earlier. He was breathing heavily and his heart was pounding blood hard, exposing his veins. Michael wanted desperately to taste it. He lost control and licked the warm skin of the boy’s neck, and the arm that he been holding back his chest dropped, and his hand grabbed for the boy’s crotch. Michael’s fangs extended involuntarily.

        "Michael!" came a commanding voice.