Of Dragons & Vampires

Chapter Twenty One

This chapter was absolutely horrific to write, and I'm going to warn you that it is of a sexual nature so beware if you want to avoid being triggered. Themes like this happen in real life, and I didn't want to avoid such a sensitive topic, however I struggled to complete this without feeling very disgusted! I hope I give this theme justice in the upcoming chapters, not only in this one. Thank you. As always, leave a comment and vote!

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Fuck.

Evander winced as Constantine's fist pulled back and smacked into his mouth, his lip splitting on impact. He tasted the iron blood blossoming in his mouth, the crimson liquid dripping down his chin.

"Constantine! I told you not his face! I like him handsome," Mordecai pulled his older brother back, frowning at the cut on Evander's lip.

Evander glared at the brothers, tugging his bound wrists against the iron cuffs sealing him to the chair. He'd been tied up in Atlas's basement for hours, maybe more. He'd lost track of time. Constantine had enjoyed beating him black and blue, first his stomach, then his chest, then any bit of exposed or covered skin he could beat. So far, the only words out of Evander's mouth had been a loud 'go fuck yourself'.

"I want answers!" Constantine snarled, his composure crumbled. "Most of my men were killed and I want to know how!" He drew back his fist to hit Evander again when the door swung open. Evander recoiled in the chair as the familiar braided head of Atlas Heridicles walked casually into the room, hands clasped behind his back and purple eyes scanning Evander almost as idly as one would observe an insect.

"Evander, it's good to have you back." Atlas walked slowly, leering over the battered boy in the chair. "Your parents and brothers and sister have been missing you terribly...and your friends."

Evander's heart panged at the thought of Brae, Charvi and Jack, the three best friends he had left behind as he was taken to Saero. Yes, he'd made new ones on the way, but his trio would forever stamp his heart.

"I can't wait," Evander choked out, his chest aching as badly as his ribs from Constantine's brute strength, "to see the dragons of Saero burn you and your pathetic family to ash. Your time's over, Atlas."

Evander watched as the muscles in Atlas's jaw tensed, his limbs becoming rigid as his eyes dragged over the smaller vampire before him.

"You'll regret this." Atlas spoke coldly, lowly. "You had everything. A high status, a prosperous engagement, and you threw it all away for what? A place in a dragon's bed? You disgust me." He spat at Evander's feet before straightening and turning to his sons.

"Constantine ensure the rest of the vampire community are alerted to your and Mordecai's valiant rescue of Evander Aetos, although make sure they know the rebellious supernaturals roughed him up a bit," Atlas grinned at the bruises marking Evander's pale skin. "And...begin plans for your wedding." He smiled at Mordecai, whose face instantly lit up.

"What?" Evander spluttered. He couldn't be serious.

Atlas turned to him, "the only reason I'm not slitting your throat is because of your family name. You will marry Mordecai, and after that and only if your behaviour proves to be exemplary, I'll allow you to see your family." He turned on his heels, striding from the room.

Evander felt the bile rise in his throat as Mordecai studied him, his eyes trailing over him lustfully, taking in the delicate features of Evander's face, the sculpted, light muscles. Oh, he couldn't wait to get his hands on him.

"Constantine," Mordecai grinned and turned to his brother, "have the guards bring Evander up to my room...and tie him to the bed."

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