Page 1 of Bound By Blood

Chapter 1

Landon Creed

The air was filled with the coppery stench of blood as poor Peter sat naked, tied to a chair in the middle of his own living room. The plastic sheeting beneath their feet crinkled as Landon Creed circled the man menacingly, wiping off a bloody scalpel on a dirty towel. He was taking a moment to admire the lines of blood glistening on Peter’s sweat-sheathed skin. He always did enjoy the sight of the stuff. He liked the way the red liquid seemed to sparkle if he turned his head a certain way and it made his cock twitch in his jeans.

The old, musty couch and reclining chair were covered with the thick plastic sheeting as well, and the coffee table had been shoved to the side to give him more room to work. Landon even had a nice little fire going in the old fireplace, though it wasn’t to provide a calming atmosphere. He had a different purpose for the roaring flames. It did, however, cast an eerie glow in the otherwise dim lighting of the room.

A few hours prior to Peter’s return home, Landon had let himself into the house in order to set up. He draped the walls and floor in plastic so he could keep the blood contained, and he had brought several of his favorite ‘tools’ with him. He had set them up on a folding table. To protect his clothing, he had donned a rubber apron. Beneath that, he wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a nice pair of dark blue jeans. He had also removed his shoes as he happened to enjoy the feeling of the blood squishing beneath his feet, and he liked the feeling of it drying against his skin too.

Peter owed the coven a lot of money. He had taken out a loan with them a while back, hoping to pay off some of his gambling debts, but he had yet to start paying them back. He claimed that he had gotten himself in too deep and didn’t have it, but to them, that was unacceptable. Because of this, Landon’s father, Drayton, who also happened to be the leader of their coven, sent him to Peter in order to send a very distinct message. Pay up, or die.

Being the enforcer for his coven, Landon’s job was to do all of his father’s dirty work, to take care of the problems that Drayton was too busy to take care of himself. Landon had killed so many people during his lifetime that he had lost count a long time ago, and he had far more blood on his hands than he cared to admit. However, he had grown quite fond of that fact as it helped to feed his bloodlust. Somewhere along the line, he felt as though he had lost quite a bit of his humanity due to these ‘jobs’ he did for his father, but he had accepted that as being a part of what he was.

Drayton had taken over the coven two centuries ago after he had killed the previous leader. Landon had become the enforcer at the same time. Because of the unsavory nature in which they took over, the others were too afraid to challenge them. Both Landon and his father instilled fear in everyone they met, and they thoroughly enjoyed that fact.

His father was a ruthless man, bloodthirsty and power-hungry. Landon was the same, and together they ran the coven with that same mindset. Landon did everything his father told him to do without question or hesitation. And while the existence of vampires was not common knowledge, they continued to kill without remorse and left the clean-up to the police and government officials they had in the palm of their hands.

Landon wasn’t here to kill Peter though. He was only there to teach him what happened when someone didn’t follow the rules and when they crossed the coven. It was a harsh and very painful lesson, but it was one that Landon thoroughly enjoyed teaching. It was one of the few times where he got to be himself and his dark side got to come out and play.

Peter was struggling to remain conscious as they had been at this for quite some time. His flabby body was covered in various cuts and bruises, his right eye was ballooning and nearly swollen shut, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. He had blood all over his teeth too as he was finding it difficult to swallow. His thumb and pinky finger on each hand were bent and broken at odd angles, and Landon had torn the nails off every single one of his toes with a pair of pliers. The pool of blood at Peter’s feet was growing larger by the minute, which meant that it was time for Landon to slow down a bit. Lest he wanted to accidentally kill the guy.

Despite Peter’s wounds and the rapid pace at which he was losing blood, he was still a blubbering mess. He looked up at Landon with his one good eye, through his matted blond hair. “Please, Landon,” he croaked. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

An evil smirk spread across Landon’s face. He loved it when they started to beg. It never worked, but it was fun to hear them try. “Not yet, you’re not,” he retorted. “But you will be.”

Peter swallowed hard around the blood in his mouth before continuing. “You don’t have to do this; I’ll get you the money.”

“You say that, but I’ve seen the state of your bank account. You’re broke. So, now you are going to pay in flesh and blood.”

Landon was almost giddy with excitement as he turned and headed back toward the table he had set up before Peter returned from yet another night out gambling. The guy reeked of cheap booze and stale cigars, which was the only thing that kept Landon from tasting a bit of his blood. He didn’t mind though as he had plans to go hunting later. Peter’s wouldn’t be the only blood he shed tonight.

After careful consideration, Landon picked up one of his favorite tools. It was an ancient device known as a ‘breast ripper’. Usually, it was used on women, but with Peter’s size, he knew it would work on him as well, and it would inflict the kind of pain that Landon craved.

He rounded the chair and quickly attached the four prongs to Peter’s left breast. The man screamed as it pierced his flesh, and Landon couldn’t help but watch as the blood dripped from the wounds in beautiful patterns, further feeding the monster within him. “Please!” Peter screamed through his tears. “Please! I’m sorry! Don’t do this!”

Landon shrugged. “But I want to.”

Without warning, he took hold of the device and gave it a hard yank with his enhanced strength. The sound of tearing skin and muscle filled the room along with Peter’s beautiful wails. Blood splattered everywhere and poured down Peter’s front, creating a small pool in his lap. Urine spilled down Peter’s leg, mixing with the blood on the floor beneath the chair as the man lost control of his bladder.

“Well, look at that. You just lost ten pounds! Good job,” Landon laughed as the chunk of flesh hit the ground with a satisfying squish.

Somehow, Peter seemed to gain a surge of adrenaline despite having a piece of his body torn off. He glared up at Landon, his nostrils flaring. “Just kill me already,” he demanded. “Just get it over with.”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Landon asked pointedly.

“You sick fuck! You are deranged.” Spittle flew from Peter’s bloody lips and onto Landon’s apron as he spoke.

“Maybe. But at least, I’m not a disappointment,” Landon retorted.

“Fuck you!” Peter spat through his sobs.

Landon ignored him and rounded the chair back to the table. He set the device back into place and paused for a brief moment. He closed his eyes, replaying the image of using the breast ripper on Peter in his mind, making his dick throb again. It had been a glorious sight, one he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. Peter wasn’t that far off, he’d admit. He was pretty deranged, but he loved every second of it. It was who he was.

Once he was done savoring that mental snapshot, Landon stepped back in front of Peter and leaned over the guy, deciding to finally take pity on him. “Here’s the deal. My father has decided to give you an extension of thirty days to pay us what you owe,” he began, his eyes narrowed at the disgusting human in front of him. “If you don’t, I’ll be back, and then you will lose another ten pounds in the same way you did tonight. And if you try to run, I’ll hunt you down and cut your tiny dick off before shoving it down your throat. Capisce?”

Peter nodded rapidly, tears and snot streaming down his face. It was clear that he knew better than to fight or argue with him. He had been given a gift, a second chance, and Landon could just as easily take that away from him if he wished. However, Peter also knew that this was his only warning and he would be back to kill him if he didn’t follow through on the deal. Landon felt that Peter got off rather easy this time, but even he knew they couldn’t collect if the guy was dead.

With Peter’s confirmation, Landon crossed the room and picked up the old school iron that he had set in the fireplace when he was setting up. The metal was glowing orange from the heat of the fire as he turned back to Peter. Usually, he used the iron to cauterize limbs he had removed, but this time, he shoved it hard against Peter’s chest where he had just ripped the large chunk of flesh from.