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We return to Ryan to see how he is after murdering Brendon at Beckett's word, and Spencer has a little promise for Ryan.
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Brendon looked to Ryan as Ryan moved away from Beckett. He tried to move, but he found himself paralyzed, a strong hold wrapped around his mind that held him still. Ryan looked up into his eyes, an apologetic look in his shimmering eyes as they locked with Brendon’s. Brendon would have cried out, if he could, as Ryan’s fangs sank into his flesh and the smaller boy began to feed from him. “I’m sorry Brendon,” he heard echo in his mind as Ryan dug his fangs in deeper.
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this, but I forgive you,” Brendon replied as his strength began to fail him and his vision began to go dark.
Ryan closed his eyes tighter, trying to make himself continue, although for some reason he found it hard to do so. He wanted to stop, wanted to let go of Brendon before it was too late, but he didn’t want to upset his beloved Beckett. “You shouldn’t forgive me,” Ryan whispered, his lips trembling against he flesh where they rested as he drank from the younger male.
“I forgive you...” Brendon replied, his words becoming fainter as his body grew weaker. “I forgive you, because I love you, no matter what I ever showed you...”
- - - - -
Ryan awoke with a start, his body drenched in sweat as he ran his shaking fingers through is tangled, sweat-dampened hair. He left his Master’s bed, his gaze lingering on the spot Brendon’s body had fallen shortly after his heart had stilled in his chest. He frowned as tears sprung to his eyes as the memory of the after event replayed in his mind.
- - - - -
Beckett chuckled as Ryan let the body of the former Dandy fall the floor, his hands trembling slightly as he turned black eyes up to him. “You really are a simple little boy, but that’s why I enjoy you so much,” Beckett mused as a cynical smile graced his lips. Lips Ryan once found so beautiful and alluring, but now they didn’t have the same effect anymore. At the confused look Ryan gaze him as his eyes faded from black to brown, made a soft laugh escape those ruined lips. “It truly did go over your head, didn’t it?”
“May I ask what you’re speaking of, Master?” Ryan asked, his chest suddenly feeling tight as he tried to ignore the taste of Brendon’s blood lingering on his tongue and the warmth from it still residing in the back of his throat.
Beckett made his way over to Ryan and captured his mouth with his own, easily sliding his tongue inside with a moan; for the taste of the sweet blood, not for Ryan. Once he had enough of the taste, he broke from the kiss to smirk at the even more confused Ryan. “When I commanded you to kill him,” Beckett said with a wave of his hand at the dead vampire, “you were hesitant, not wanting to aside for doing it for your Master... But when I called you my love,” he paused, stroking under Ryan’s chin, “all hesitation was lost and you fed. It touched you to be called what you so secretly wish me to call you, didn’t it, my pet?”
Ryan felt as if his heart had just crashed to the pit of his stomach as a slow, unwanted realization dawned upon his mind. “Yes, Master,” he whispered as he somehow managed to fight back his tears even though he knew that as a human he would be convulsing with his emotionally tormented sobs by now.
“You believed it meant something, didn’t you, Ryan?”
Ryan swallowed hard and nodded, wincing slightly when Beckett began laughing hard, obviously delighted by this news. He lowered his gaze as he fully understood what had just happened. His Master, who he had always been loyal to, up until today, had found out his secret and used it against him to kill Brendon. He had toyed with his emotions to make him do something he would have never done any other time.
“Why would I-” Beckett laughed harder as he looked up at him. “How could I ever love you? You’re nothing but a whore to me, a play thing, easily expendable. You’re worth nothing to me. You think I actually cared that Brendon fucked you?” He laughed even harder, something Ryan hadn’t thought possible at this point. “I only got upset because he broke my rules, it wasn’t you at all.”
Ryan looked up as Mikey walked back into the room, carelessly walking around Brendon, linking his arm around their Master’s waist. He looked at Mikey, who gave him a sickly sweet smile, before he looked at Beckett, who had calmed his laughter.
“You can go now, Ryan,” Beckett said. “And tell Sisky to come clean him up,” he said as he turned himself and Mikey away from Ryan, leading Mikey to the bed.
- - - - -
He pulled on his jeans and left the room and headed to his own room, keeping his head down to avoid the gazes of those he was passing. Last night had been his first night back to his Master’s room in the past three nights and he hadn’t enjoyed any of it. Beckett was the only on of the two to get any pleasure from the encounter and for some sick reason it seemed to have turned Beckett on, knowing he truly was using one of his pets.
He walked into his room, still not looking up as he shut the door and leaned back against it, covering his mouth to silence the soft sob escaping him as he finally let his tears flow.
“Where were those tears when you were killing my friend?” Growled a very pissed off, unsympathetic voice.
Ryan lifted his tear-filled gaze to see Spencer, sitting on Ryan’s bed with his legs crossed, his eyes a dark red as he stared intently at Ryan. “I was ordered to,” he whispered as he removed his hand from his mouth even though he couldn’t seem to stop the tears once they had started.
“Ordered to,” Spencer scoffed, turning his head slightly before rising to his feet, making his way over to Ryan, who found himself afraid of the second highest Dandy assassin; The Butcher being the highest one. He put his hands on either side of Ryan’s head as his eyes narrowed while he regarded Ryan’s tears with an annoyed stare before his annoyance shifted to anger when his eyes met with Ryan’s. “I wish I could say I was ordered to kill you. I have first dibs on that order, you know,” he spoke quietly, though the malice wasn’t hidden.
“Wh-What if it’s given to The Butcher?” Ryan whispered, daring to potentially piss Spencer off more.
Spencer chuckled darkly and moved his head closer to Ryan’s until his mouth was by the “toy’s” ear. “He promised to hand it over to me,” he whispered, sending chills of terror down Ryan’s spine. “All I had to do was let him take pleasure in my mouth and I could take your life if the assignment was given to him. And I’m sure you’ve heard of my murders...”
Trembling, Ryan nodded, and when Spencer pulled back to look at him, their face merely inches apart once more, he looked at the blood red eyes staring back at him. He had indeed heard of how Spencer tortured his assignments before he gave them the gift of death. By the time Spencer killed them, it was a gift with how much they had gone through at his hands. He had no mercy for his assignments, friend or foe, delighting more in foe, however. He truly was properly trained to slip into kill mode once he was given assignments, but the only thing keeping him from taking over The Butcher’s spot as head assassin, was the fact that he was too femmy to be taken seriously. In Ryan’s opinion, it was the less menacing appearance that heightened his fear.
“I have some plans for you, dear Ryan,” he smiled devilishly as he stared even harder into Ryan’s frightened eyes that tears still slowly fell from. “You killed the one person who loved you, murdered him at the will of the man who uses you, when you could have had a good life with him. I hope you realize just what you gave up.”
Ryan soundlessly stumbled to the floor when Spencer roughly shoved him to the side and opened the door, glancing at him with an icy stare. The meaning behind it made Ryan tremble before Spencer walked out, slamming the door behind him. He curled up in a ball against the wall and buried his face in his knees as he shed his quiet tears of fear, regret, and shame. He feared what Spencer had in mind for him, because of what he had done to Brendon, when he should have seen what the younger male had felt for him.
[Author's Note: Hey lookie, it didn't take me a week to update! Hehe. So, I figured we needed to check back in on Ryan, and a head's up, the next chapter or two will be focusing on Ryan, because there are some events he's going to trigger, a couple of twists. I just wanted to give a head's up shout out to you know who you are for your permission for using you in the next chapter! Thankies bunches!]
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this, but I forgive you,” Brendon replied as his strength began to fail him and his vision began to go dark.
Ryan closed his eyes tighter, trying to make himself continue, although for some reason he found it hard to do so. He wanted to stop, wanted to let go of Brendon before it was too late, but he didn’t want to upset his beloved Beckett. “You shouldn’t forgive me,” Ryan whispered, his lips trembling against he flesh where they rested as he drank from the younger male.
“I forgive you...” Brendon replied, his words becoming fainter as his body grew weaker. “I forgive you, because I love you, no matter what I ever showed you...”
- - - - -
Ryan awoke with a start, his body drenched in sweat as he ran his shaking fingers through is tangled, sweat-dampened hair. He left his Master’s bed, his gaze lingering on the spot Brendon’s body had fallen shortly after his heart had stilled in his chest. He frowned as tears sprung to his eyes as the memory of the after event replayed in his mind.
- - - - -
Beckett chuckled as Ryan let the body of the former Dandy fall the floor, his hands trembling slightly as he turned black eyes up to him. “You really are a simple little boy, but that’s why I enjoy you so much,” Beckett mused as a cynical smile graced his lips. Lips Ryan once found so beautiful and alluring, but now they didn’t have the same effect anymore. At the confused look Ryan gaze him as his eyes faded from black to brown, made a soft laugh escape those ruined lips. “It truly did go over your head, didn’t it?”
“May I ask what you’re speaking of, Master?” Ryan asked, his chest suddenly feeling tight as he tried to ignore the taste of Brendon’s blood lingering on his tongue and the warmth from it still residing in the back of his throat.
Beckett made his way over to Ryan and captured his mouth with his own, easily sliding his tongue inside with a moan; for the taste of the sweet blood, not for Ryan. Once he had enough of the taste, he broke from the kiss to smirk at the even more confused Ryan. “When I commanded you to kill him,” Beckett said with a wave of his hand at the dead vampire, “you were hesitant, not wanting to aside for doing it for your Master... But when I called you my love,” he paused, stroking under Ryan’s chin, “all hesitation was lost and you fed. It touched you to be called what you so secretly wish me to call you, didn’t it, my pet?”
Ryan felt as if his heart had just crashed to the pit of his stomach as a slow, unwanted realization dawned upon his mind. “Yes, Master,” he whispered as he somehow managed to fight back his tears even though he knew that as a human he would be convulsing with his emotionally tormented sobs by now.
“You believed it meant something, didn’t you, Ryan?”
Ryan swallowed hard and nodded, wincing slightly when Beckett began laughing hard, obviously delighted by this news. He lowered his gaze as he fully understood what had just happened. His Master, who he had always been loyal to, up until today, had found out his secret and used it against him to kill Brendon. He had toyed with his emotions to make him do something he would have never done any other time.
“Why would I-” Beckett laughed harder as he looked up at him. “How could I ever love you? You’re nothing but a whore to me, a play thing, easily expendable. You’re worth nothing to me. You think I actually cared that Brendon fucked you?” He laughed even harder, something Ryan hadn’t thought possible at this point. “I only got upset because he broke my rules, it wasn’t you at all.”
Ryan looked up as Mikey walked back into the room, carelessly walking around Brendon, linking his arm around their Master’s waist. He looked at Mikey, who gave him a sickly sweet smile, before he looked at Beckett, who had calmed his laughter.
“You can go now, Ryan,” Beckett said. “And tell Sisky to come clean him up,” he said as he turned himself and Mikey away from Ryan, leading Mikey to the bed.
- - - - -
He pulled on his jeans and left the room and headed to his own room, keeping his head down to avoid the gazes of those he was passing. Last night had been his first night back to his Master’s room in the past three nights and he hadn’t enjoyed any of it. Beckett was the only on of the two to get any pleasure from the encounter and for some sick reason it seemed to have turned Beckett on, knowing he truly was using one of his pets.
He walked into his room, still not looking up as he shut the door and leaned back against it, covering his mouth to silence the soft sob escaping him as he finally let his tears flow.
“Where were those tears when you were killing my friend?” Growled a very pissed off, unsympathetic voice.
Ryan lifted his tear-filled gaze to see Spencer, sitting on Ryan’s bed with his legs crossed, his eyes a dark red as he stared intently at Ryan. “I was ordered to,” he whispered as he removed his hand from his mouth even though he couldn’t seem to stop the tears once they had started.
“Ordered to,” Spencer scoffed, turning his head slightly before rising to his feet, making his way over to Ryan, who found himself afraid of the second highest Dandy assassin; The Butcher being the highest one. He put his hands on either side of Ryan’s head as his eyes narrowed while he regarded Ryan’s tears with an annoyed stare before his annoyance shifted to anger when his eyes met with Ryan’s. “I wish I could say I was ordered to kill you. I have first dibs on that order, you know,” he spoke quietly, though the malice wasn’t hidden.
“Wh-What if it’s given to The Butcher?” Ryan whispered, daring to potentially piss Spencer off more.
Spencer chuckled darkly and moved his head closer to Ryan’s until his mouth was by the “toy’s” ear. “He promised to hand it over to me,” he whispered, sending chills of terror down Ryan’s spine. “All I had to do was let him take pleasure in my mouth and I could take your life if the assignment was given to him. And I’m sure you’ve heard of my murders...”
Trembling, Ryan nodded, and when Spencer pulled back to look at him, their face merely inches apart once more, he looked at the blood red eyes staring back at him. He had indeed heard of how Spencer tortured his assignments before he gave them the gift of death. By the time Spencer killed them, it was a gift with how much they had gone through at his hands. He had no mercy for his assignments, friend or foe, delighting more in foe, however. He truly was properly trained to slip into kill mode once he was given assignments, but the only thing keeping him from taking over The Butcher’s spot as head assassin, was the fact that he was too femmy to be taken seriously. In Ryan’s opinion, it was the less menacing appearance that heightened his fear.
“I have some plans for you, dear Ryan,” he smiled devilishly as he stared even harder into Ryan’s frightened eyes that tears still slowly fell from. “You killed the one person who loved you, murdered him at the will of the man who uses you, when you could have had a good life with him. I hope you realize just what you gave up.”
Ryan soundlessly stumbled to the floor when Spencer roughly shoved him to the side and opened the door, glancing at him with an icy stare. The meaning behind it made Ryan tremble before Spencer walked out, slamming the door behind him. He curled up in a ball against the wall and buried his face in his knees as he shed his quiet tears of fear, regret, and shame. He feared what Spencer had in mind for him, because of what he had done to Brendon, when he should have seen what the younger male had felt for him.
[Author's Note: Hey lookie, it didn't take me a week to update! Hehe. So, I figured we needed to check back in on Ryan, and a head's up, the next chapter or two will be focusing on Ryan, because there are some events he's going to trigger, a couple of twists. I just wanted to give a head's up shout out to you know who you are for your permission for using you in the next chapter! Thankies bunches!]
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