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Chapter 1
Brooksby 1254 JULIAN
"Julian? Julian? JULIAN!" my lord shouts my name again. My name is Julian Majors and I work at Brooksby Hall as servant to the Lord and Lady of the manor. My main duties though are to their son Damien. I have lived in Brooksby all my life and I have served here for most of it. As I make my way slowly to the main room of the house I allow myself a brief moment to imagine life had I been born into wealth. My mother is the head seamstress for the Lady of the Manor and my father is one of the local farmers, I don't have any brothers or sisters. We live in a small house by the river; it has a main room which has our kitchen in and then the back room where we all sleep. It's not much but it's where I call home. "Julian!" The Lord shouts again, snapping me out of my daydream and making me scurry into the main room like a large rat. The Lord is a frightful man, being around 6ft and weighing what must be more than two Oxon's put together. His belly spills out of his clothes as he shovels more food into his mouth. He points a fat finger at me and motions for me to come forward. "Yes sir?" I say sheepishly regretting my dawdling. "Could you tell me boy? How many times do I HAVE TO SCREAM YOUR NAME BEFORE YOU HEAR ME!?!" He screams spitting sending half masticated pieces of chicken flying everywhere. It takes everything inside me not to recoil or dive for cover. "I apologize sir. I came here as quick as I could" I reply as submissive as possible. My lord gets off on power. "Well then I would advise you to walk faster. Is Damien ready for his luncheon with Lady Gray?" He asks not bothering to look in my direction any longer.
"Yes sir. I just finished helping him get dressed. He waits in his quarters for confirmation of the arrival of his carriage" I reply quietly. "Good. You may get out of my sight now. I do not wish to see you anymore" He replies with a flourish of the hand as I make a speedy exit. I make my way over to Damien's quarters, and my breath is taken away as I enter his room. Damien is shorter than me around 5'9" whereas I am a lot taller at 6'4". Also whereas Damien is quite skinny, I am bigger and slightly more defined, the proof of the hard work that comes with my job. He is dressed at this moment in time in his finest suit, white with a baby blue detail. It brings out the green in his eyes perfectly complimented further by his pale skin and fiery red hair. He blushes as my eyes roam hungrily over him, my pace quickening at the colour in his cheeks. Damien and I have been courting since I was 17 and he was 16. I would surely be banished from Brooksby if his parents ever found out so we have kept it a secret. He saunters across the room, eyes twinkling in the light as he walks into my open arms. I place soft kisses against the delicate skin on his neck making him moan and shiver beneath me, my hard body slowly moulding around his. Before either of us realize our cool kisses turn into a fiery passionate ball of ecstasy as we claw at each other clothes, clinging desperately to one and other. Suddenly a knock at the door interrupts our moment of passion as the footman announces the arrival of the carriage. Damien is to attend a Luncheon with Lady Gray the young daughter of Lord Gray who owns a manor not far from here. She is the only child of Lord Gray, her mother died at childbirth so he is eager to have her marry into a good family. Naturally Damien was the most suitable choice, which I whole- heartedly realized, though I was unable to shake the dark cloud that engulfed me at the mere mention of her name. Damien places one last kiss on my lips before straightening his clothes and walking with purpose out of the door. With a heavy heart I walk into the kitchen to get some water before setting about doing my daily chores. These consist of straightening up Damien's room and collecting his washing to be delivered to the laundress, scrubbing the floors in the second floor entry way and making sure that the Lord of the Manor is waited on hand and foot. Most people would hate the job that I do but I never have, for the simple reason that I have so much time to think. My mother has always said to me that I am a dreamer, and that I always have my head in the clouds thinking up some brave new scheme. I would like to travel around the country and see new things. I want to think about and remember my life as interesting and well lived and, in my day dreams I can before as far away from here as possible.
After handing Damien's washing to the Laundress I make my way to grab my coat, with Damien gone for the day and my chores finished I am allowed to head home. As I am walking towards the main entrance the Lord calls me back and asks me to join him in his chambers. As I walk into his chambers the strong smell of soap fills my nostrils telling me his Lordship has bathed. In the main section of the chambers he sits on a large plush chair with only a thin piece of cloth covering his genitals, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He gestures for me to take a seat in front of him. "Julian, how long have you worked here for me?" He asks politely, almost too politely. "For around six year's sir" I reply. "I see. And tell me Julian, for how many of those six years have you been fucking my son?" He asks leaning close to my face. I panic not knowing what to say to him. If I tell him the truth then I will lose my job and Damien. But I don't know enough of what he knows to lay my way out of the situation. "Forgive me sir, but I'm no entirely sure what you are saying" I reply feigning innocence and hoping that that will be enough to satisfy his curiosity. "You know damn well what I am talking about! You have been sticking your penis is my sons anus. You have been putting your mouth on my son's penis, his body, his mouth. Or are you implying that he has in fact done this to you?" He asks me again jabbing his finger in my face. "I apologize sir. We didn't want you to find out about our relationship together this way. We are very much in love" I reply staring at the ground. Suddenly his hand flies out and punches me square in the jaw sending me sprawling across the floor. He walks over to me and stands above me preventing me from sitting up. "You dirty little faggot! I wonder what your father will say when he finds out what you are and what you have turned my son into! I will have your whole family thrown out of Brooksby for good!" He shouts staring down at me. For fear of what he will do if I speak I just shake my head as tears come from my cheeks mixing with the blood from my nose. "If you want me to keep quiet, you're going to have to do something for me" He leers at me as he lets the piece of fabric covering his penis slide down. His penis is short and stubby nestled inside a bush of hair. There is a strong musky smell that makes my stomach turn as he dangles it by my mouth. "Open up boy! You're going to please your master tonight" He whispers rubbing the head of his penis against my lips trying to make my mouth open. I turn my head and bite hard into his thigh making him shout and fall back off me. I'm up in a flash and out of the door trying hard not to be sick and push the consequences of my actions out of my mind. I rush down the hall and out of the front door and begin running across the yard. I hear the sound of the carriage coming back through the gates and my heart soars. I manage to catch Damien's eye and signal for him to meet me. Way back in the Great Flower Garden there is a bench where Damien and I like to go so that we can be together.
I'm only there a few minutes when Damien comes running round the corner his face a mask of shock. He runs over to me and begins wiping the blood from my face and covering it in kisses.
"Jules what happened to you? Who did this?" He shouts cradling my head. I debate whether to tell the truth, trying to work out how he would react if he found out his father hit me. I opt to tell the truth. "Your father knows about us. I don't know who told him or how he found out but he knows" I say staring into his eyes as the blood drains from his face and his mouth drops open in shock. "Oh god! What did you say to him? You denied it yes?" he finally says shaking me by the shoulders. "I tried to deny it but he kept pushing and in the end I just admitted it. I told him we were in love. And I am not ashamed of that" I say pulling myself from Damien's grip. "You idiot! How could you tell him the truth? Do you know what will happen now! He will have you banished from Brooksby and he will never look at me the same way again!" He shouts at me suddenly looking every bit the same as his father. "Damien, everything will be fine, we can go somewhere where no one knows us. Then we can be happy" I reply reaching out to him. "I'm not going anywhere with you! This little experiment is over. I don't want anything to do with you!" Damien's words cut me like a knife as he walks away from me. I chase after him calling his name and trying to reason with him but he completely ignores me. Finally I stop chasing him and begin walking around aimlessly trying to work out what to do next. When the Lord tells my Father what happened I know how disappointed he will be and how humiliated he will feel to have to move out of the village, and everyone would surely find out. Feeling dejected I walk down a dark alley that leads from the main house down to the village having resolved myself to tell my father what has happened before the Lord has chance too.
As I walk slowly I am suddenly aware that someone is behind me. Before I have chance to turn around to confront whoever it is I feel a heavy thud in the back of my head followed by a searing pain. I crumple forward the pain moving through my body like lightning bolts. I can feel the blood trickling down my face as I try to gather my thoughts willing my body to move. Suddenly my attacker begins raining down blows on me as I try to curl into a ball to protect myself. After a while the pain begins to numb and I realize that I'm losing consciousness. My last thoughts before the curtains finally close are for my family, and for the boy who I thought loved me. I wake later on and the rain is coming down hard. My attacker is nowhere to be seen and I can only assume he thought I was dead. I try to stand but my muscles scream in protest sending more lightning bolts through my body. I hear footsteps coming down the alleyway and then later a hand lifting my arm. This new persons hand is soft and cold, so cold that his touch sends shivers down my spine. I try to speak to him, to plead with him for help. He lifts me up gently and pulls me into his arms so I rest gently against his chest. His chest is hard and cold but oddly comforting at the same time. He smells fresh of freesias and lavender and I feel instantly safe. "What is your name?" He leans down and whispers into my ear. His voice is deep and comforting and his long hair flows down and rests on my shoulder. "Julian" I manage to stutter through the pain and the cold. I begin shaking uncontrollably and the pain gets stronger throughout my body as I shiver. "Do you know what has happened to you?" He asks again. The pain climbs steadily and I can't speak so I manage to shake my head no. "You have been attacked Julian. You're dying" He says softly stroking my arm softly. I shake my head no again even though every fiber of being screams that he is telling the truth. I begin to cry and my heart starts thudding in my chest as I realize all the people I'm going to miss, all the stuff I won't be able to do. "I can save you Julian. I can take all of the pain away if you just say yes. Let me take the pain away for you. Julian just say the word and I will do it" He whispers pressing his lips against my neck. The pain has peaked and I feel like my whole body will burst with it. I scream out the word yes not truly believing he can help me but just desperate for the pain to end. He presses his lips to my neck again before I feel a searing pain, worse than anything I have ever felt before followed by the most glorious sensation.
I can hear my heart thudding in my chest followed by nothingness. As quick as the mysterious man was there he's gone again leaving me panting in the alleyway. The pain raging through my body subsides almost immediately and I thank God for that laughing out loud. I hear a laugh I don't recognize and look around me for the intruder before slowly realizing it belongs to me. Almost out of nowhere my voice has taken on a new quality, it is smoother somehow. The rain has stopped and I am aware that I am soaked to the bone but I don't feel cold whatsoever. I sit up cautiously, afraid that any movement might bring the pain back, and after that is successful I decide to stand up. The time looks to be around 7pm and realizing that mother would be worried I decide to make my way back home. Before the thought has really registered in my mind everything goes blurry and I feel myself being pulled backwards, making me feel dizzy. It's a strange feeling like my whole body is vibrating before being torn into pieces and transported through the air, before being shoved back together. The whole sensation borders on painful but never quite tips over the edge.
I land with a thud on the living room floor by the fire. My mother screams at my entrance and jumps away from me as my father rushes towards me to make sure I'm ok. He looks at me like I'm stranger reaching out to touch me recoiling violently as he touches my skin. I shakily stand still feeling dizzy and wondering what just happened. "Julian? Son what's happened to you?" My father asks again taking a step closer. My mother still stares at me from the corner. There is a mirror beside her and I catch a glimpse of myself. I gasp in shock at the person who stares back at me.
My once green eyes are now a steely blue colour, too blue like clear water. My hair has always been cut short and now it hangs down long past my shoulders a deep oak colour. My body has filled out and is now muscular, my shoulders broader, my legs longer. My skin is pale and my lips are fuller, my cheekbones more pronounced. I couldn't believe I had changed so drastically between leaving work and being attacked, though my body showed no signs of the attack "Father I don't know what is happening. I left work today and I was attacked. I didn't see who attacked me it was from behind. He left me for dead and then out of nowhere this other man came. He... He helped me. That's all I remember" I babble carefully omitting my run in with the Lord or the fact this stranger kissed my neck. "Vampire" My mother whispers pointing in my direction. I look behind me thinking someone else was standing there before I realize she is talking about me. I stare back at her somewhat offended that she would call me that. My father looks at her in much the same way. She rushes out of the room before returning later with some parchment. She pulls out a painting and puts it in front of me. The man in the picture is thin with long brown hair and blue eyes like my new ones. Come to think of it I look a lot like him in my new state. I absentmindedly put my hand on my chest and realize that my heart is not beating and with this new realization I'm also reminded I haven't taken a breath in well over 5 minutes. My mother looks at me and nods placing her hand over mine, and tears begin to spill from my eyes. "His name was Salvador. He lived in this very village for years before his life changed forever. When he was 18 he loved a boy, Vincent, and they were very happy together. Salvador came from a rich family and lived in a small cottage just outside of Brooksby. To everyone on the outside they were just confidants. One evening a local person saw them kissing and told the rest of the village who deemed they were agents of the devil and must be burnt at the stake.
Salvador watched Vincent die screaming which turned his eyes to ice and his heart stopped beating. He ravaged the whole village seeking revenge for his lover. He found that by gorging on the blood of his victims he became stronger. He left the village afterwards vowing never to return. Evidently he has broken that vow" My mother says while stroking my head in her lap. "When I vampire gorges on a human when they are in their last moments of life they become a vampire as well. The new vampire takes on the looks of their Sire, a type of branding. This way any vampire you cross will know who sired you and be warned away. A vampire has basic supernatural powers such as telekinesis, thought projection and teleportation as well as one power specific to each individual vampire" My mother says as my father and I stare back in shock. "How do you know all of this?" My father says looking at my mother suspiciously. "My mother was a Pagan witch, and when she was young she was best friends with Salvador. She was the first person who he told about Riley and she was also the one who persuaded Salvador to stop his carnage. She helped him to escape from Brooksby and to get over the loss of Riley. I think a part of her had always loved him but she only wanted the best for him and she was very fond of Riley. She helped Salvador to locate another Vampire and that's how she learned everything I am telling you now". "What does this mean for Julian?" My father asks from across the room quietly. He looks at me sadly with deep-rooted pain behind his eyes. "You must leave Julian. A vampire can survive on animal blood just as well as they can survive on human blood but eventually you will be found out and we will all perish. You must leave son for all our sakes" My mother says looking into my eyes. "You cannot be serious! My son is not going anywhere! He belongs here with his family. We are the only people who can really protect him" My father says loudly at first ending with a tender embrace.
"Dear I don't want my son to leave us either but believe me we have no other choice. Julian you must leave before dawn" she says. "THAT IS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE QUESTION! We can look after him here. Don't you want to stay here with us?" My father says his eyes pleading with me to agree with him. "Of course I do but..." He cuts me off mid sentence. "Then you will stay. We will keep you safe inside the house and away from temptation. Your mother and I will bring you what you need to survive" He says looking pointedly at my mother. The air feels charged and I have the sudden urge to escape. My mother stands between my father and I and suddenly seems stronger, a force to be reckoned with. "My son will not be caged in here for the rest of his life. I know what is best for him. Most of the time I am more than happy to be the dutiful wife and let you take the lead. But if you think I am going to watch my son be caged like an animal for the rest of my days you are sadly mistaken. I am sorry dear but we have to let him go" She says with the conviction, strength and grace of a true mother. My Father's shoulders sag as he nods slightly and they both leave the room, leaving me and my head swimming in the chaos of the day. The next hour moves in a blur of my mother and father packing things that I will need to leave. At around 11pm my father and I ride out to the edge of Brooksby together. He wishes me luck and embraces me before hurrying back home to my mother. Just as I am about to leave Brooksby for good I take one look at Brooksby Hall and searing anger and pain rises up my throat as I realise instantly that the Lord left me for dead. Before the thought registers properly I am pulled back again and land on my feet this time in the Lord's main bedroom. I look down at his puffy swollen face as he breathes heavily and loudly. I hate this man! I hate everything about him and everything he stands for. Suddenly the Lord wakes up with a start staring at me with wide shocked eyes.
As he goes to say something I lunge forward with a silky grace I have never once possessed and land quietly leaning over him on the bed and clasping my hand to his mouth. One strangled sound manages to escape his lips before we are both pulled back through the air again landing in the darkest, coldest part of the forest. I rise up with ease and grace and watch as the Lord stumbles to his feet looking around with a sense of confusion and rising panic. "Good Evening my lord" I say quietly staring him in the face with a smile playing on my face. "Who are you!?!" He shouts at me pointing a chubby finger in my direction "Do you not recognize me sir? Or have you tried to kill so many people my face is just one lost in the crowd?" I reply taking a menacing step closer. "Julian? What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" he asks with wary realization. "I'm here to teach you a lesson. You see after you left me to die on the cold concrete something almost unexplainable happened to me. I have changed into something I didn't think was possible. And I am holding you completely responsible" I reply stopping right in front of him. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I did not attack you. If I had I would have finished the job trust me" he sneers at me. My eyes dart down to his hands which are bruised and some of his knuckles have abrasions. "Perhaps you underestimated your strength just as you have underestimated mine. But don't worry, once I'm through with you there will be no underestimations" I snarl. The Lord tries to run away but I catch up with him easily grasping him by the back of the throat and throwing him with brute force into a nearby tree. He lands with a thud on the ground his eyes pained and wild. He begins to try and crawl away but I stamp on his leg revelling in the feeling of the bone shattering to dust. He cries out in pain grabbing hold of his leg and hurling abuse at me. The energy pouring through my veins is palpable and I can almost hear it crackling in the air. I finally lower my mouth down to his neck and bite down hard tearing into his flesh and feeling the warm iron tasting liquid trickle down my throat quenching a thirst I had no Idea even existed. He writhes underneath me in pain before going completely still and staring blankly into the distance as his life comes to an end and his souls pours into me.
All too soon he is spent and I rise with grace and begin digging a hole in the ground. Once this is done I shove what remains of him into the unmarked grave and quickly cover it over. Making my way back to the entrance of Brooksby I vow not to ever return until I know exactly what being a vampire means and how to control it, a vow I fully intended to keep until many years later when the world as I knew it changed forever.