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There was a bed, a king size bed. It was covered in pristine white linens, like one might see in a hotel room. The entire space was very neutral, like a canvas yet to be decorated. The walls were dark and raw, steel and concrete. They looked institutional. They felt like home.
There was truly not a part of this place that could not be washed down.
“Is that all for me?” He gestured toward the bed, wondering if he was intended to share it.
“My bedroom is through the adjoining door if you should…” Maddox's lips quirked. “Need me during the night.”
The room seemed massive to Will, who was used to sharing a cramped cell with at least one other man, and quite often three other men. His personal space over the past few years had added up to about sixteen square feet if he was lucky. This room, if it really were ever to feel like his, was many times that size.
“Into bed,” Maddox ordered, turning back the covers.
“I need a shower,” Will replied. “I’m filthy.”
“Yes,” Maddox smirked. “You are, aren’t you. And I've made quite a mess of you too, haven’t I. You drip with my seed. It smells good in you.”
Will did his best not to blush and failed.
“Before you shower and sleep, let me tell you the rest of what you need to know,” Maddox said. “You might sleep better with some certainty.”
He sat down on the bed and patted the coverlet next to him, indicating that Will should come and sit next to him. Will did as he was told, moving gingerly. Having been ravaged was going to leave some discomfort for some time. Maddox was a sadist. He didn’t just feed on blood. He fed on fear. Will could still remember the way he felt his master’s cock thicken and throb all the more intensely once he’d started to struggle.
“You’ve lived as an outcast from and prisoner of the society which claims to want to rehabilitate you," Mads said.
Will wasn’t used to hearing people like Maddox express that sort of sentiment. The unholy creature who had sucked his blood and reamed him deeply was replaced by an elegant gentleman of worldly and sophisticated opinions. He seemed human again, in other words. Will couldn’t take his eyes off him. It would have been too dangerous to do so, even if he was not hypnotized by Mads’ magnetism.
“They blame many factors, but of course you ended up in prison. You’re an animal, Will. You’ve never been able to truly adjust to the world as you are. You’ve always felt out of place. Wrong. Different. You felt those things because of what you are.”
“Prison psychologist said I felt those things because my mother abandoned me in a dumpster as a baby,” Will said.
“Your mother would have had very little choice, I imagine.”
“How would you know?”
“Yes. How would I, alive for many hundreds of years, understand what might have happened with you and your mother,” Maddox said, slightly piqued, but only just.
“Did you know her?”
“No.”
Then what did he know? Vampire or not, some things were personal. They couldn’t be guessed at by him, or by anybody else. Will didn’t know why his mother had left him. He only knew that he hated her for doing it. Abandonment was built into the core of him now. It sat at the center of every interaction he ever had. It made it impossible for him to like anybody, let alone trust them.
“Would you like to know why I brought you here, William? Besides your breakability and your fuckability?”
“Yes. Please.” Will tried using his manners. They didn’t feel comfortable, but they did feel appropriate. He still could not get his head around the entire situation. Vampires were fake movie creatures that had never appealed to or held much interest for him.
“You will be my hunting dog.”
“What the fuck?”
“You are going to hunt down others of my kind. Successful vampires know how to integrate with the human world. But there are others, too many really, who go feral with their hungers and have to be stopped. That will be your job.”
“How could I ever stop a creature like you?”
“You couldn’t,” Maddox smiled indulgently. “But you are more than capable of taking down the fresh-born ferals I speak of. Those without proper progenitors or lineage, those made by an accidental or careless feeding.”
“And why is that my job? Why me?”
Maddox leaned in with what felt like a warm and approving smile. “Because you are a natural born predator. Your instincts told you to attack me before your mind knew what I was because your body knew already. You could not help yourself. When you find yourself confronted by the kind of creature I speak of, you will do what needs to be done — and you will enjoy it.”
