WARNING: This story contains rape, violence, and non consensual elements. 

Chapter Three, Part 2

" The day started out like any other, except I received a gift from one of the other families-a new pair of socks, and a knitted tunic along with leggings, and a book from the princess.

I felt a heated gaze and turned to see the prince glaring heavily at me. I steeled my resolve and went up to him when I caught him in alone in the hallway.

"Have I done something to offend you, lord?" I asked him pointedly. I needed to know his feelings. I needed to know mine as well.

The prince ran a hand through his hair as he replied to me.

"I have nothing to say," he responded in kind.

I let out a sigh. The tears were forming unbidden.

"Please let me know what I have done to receive such treatment from you? Do you hate me so much that you are repulsed from the very sight of me?"

I am ashamed to admit that I wiped away a tear or two with anger and embarrassment.

It was then the prince grabbed me by the shoulders. He gripped me tightly.

"It is the very opposite of that, I assure you," he said quickly. "I am sorry, Keiko, I did not mean to make you cry."

It was then he jerked me forward with a red face, and pressed his mouth to mine.

I was so shocked that my tears stopped and I didn't have the reflexes to respond.

"I wanted to wait," he said to me after we parted, "preferably for another few years, but you have forced my hand. I couldn't stand it."

"C-couldn't stand what?" i asked, blushing and more confused with every word the prince spoke.

"Looking at you day after day."

I swear my heart stopped in my chest. He did hate me-

"I mean- what I meant was- ah, damn it! I love you, Keiko!"

I have to admit, thinking back, his red face and embarrassed stutter was adorable. He told me that looking at me day after day and not being able to convey his true thoughts were driving him to insanity. He then took my hands, waiting for my response to his feelings.

I have no idea what he finds attractive about me, and I am all too familiar with the fact that many servants are mistresses and beaus to their masters. And we were both males to add to that.

"But, my lord-"

"Aloys, Keiko. Please call me-"'

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, Kyou thought instantaneously as the present Aloys snatched the bound journal from his fingertips and scared him almost to the point of cardiac arrest.

Kyou jumped up, guilt pulsing slightly in his chest, and turned to Aloys.

"You are one sick bastard," he started to say accusingly, nervousness making his mouth move quicker than his brain. The purplette's words stopped when he saw Aloys' face.

It was very dark and very scary.

"Why are you in here?" the vampire asked lowly as his hands tightened unconsciously over the cracked leather of the journal. "How dare you come in here and disturb my things."

Kyou felt a jolt of fear wash over him. "I-I-"

"If you ever come in here again without my permission, I will chain you up in your room so you can never leave it again. I graciously saved your scrawny ass, I let you into my home, and as repayment, I am continuously insulted, and the moment my back is turned you sneak in here and go through my things!"

Kyou was truly terrified now. Aloys' right eye glowed a sickly red, and it was filled with anger.

The purplette almost fell to his knees, legs trembling. Aloys was a vampire, a fiend of the Otherworld, and Kyou was acutely reminded of it as the immortal bared his two long, needle-like fangs.

"I-I didn't mean- I didn't think-" Kyou tried to argue in his defense, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Aloys snarled and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. With a long sigh, he walked over to shelves and put the journal back carefully.

"Remember what I said, Kyousuke," he growled as he grabbed the said human, and practically threw him out of the room, and with a slam, locked the door behind him.

Kyousuke couldn't control his trembling. He felt helpless and didn't know what to do. He felt frozen in place, pinned under the memory of Aloys' gaze.

The spell was broken, though, when he heard a sharp crack from inside the library. He fled back to his room and stayed in there the rest of the morning and afternoon. Kyousuke didn't know why he didn't just leave, but when he thought about it, it made him think about the mess that got him here in the first place and how fucked he was if those monsters got him. He groaned into the pillow, despair, and depression threatening to overwhelm him.

For some strange reason, Kyou paused to smell the material he was squishing mercilessly in his arms. There was a light scent, and for some reason, it relaxed him. His trembling stopped almost instantly. He inhaled again curiously. It was a sweet, but a distinctly manly smell. It was familiar, but as he tried to think where he had smelt it, his brain began to wander as it did when he was on the cusp of falling asleep. He was warm and tired, and desperately in need of an oasis of escape, so he gladly let sleep overtake him.

When 5 o'clock rolled around, a soft rap on his door woke the purplette from his dreamless sleep .

"Kyousuke," Aloys' voice came through the door.

He ignored the vampire.

The knock came again. "You need to eat something…"

"Fuck off," he grumbled into the pillow, and tried to immerse himself back into sleep.

"Listen, love, I'm sorry for freaking out earlier… I know I told this place was your home till you were able to leave, but I would appreciate it if you didn't just wander around and go through my things-"

"Screw you, asshole!" Kyou screeched suddenly as he chucked his pillow hard at the door. It hit it with some weight. "It's not like I meant to! I just wanted to read something! Not everything is about you, you narcissistic fuck!"

He was fuming, the anger resonating through his body. Really, he hadn't meant to pry. He knew better than anyone about respecting personal space and not crossing boundaries. He brought his legs up to his chest and crossed his arms over them. He let his head rest on his forearms.

"I hate this," he whispered, heart aching. "Just go away."

"Come downstairs and eat something. I have something to tell you," Aloys tried again, his voice still soft, but a little else of something in his tone that Kyou couldn't discern.

He grunted. "I'm not hungry," he said stubbornly.

He heard Aloys sigh and could see in his mind's eye the vampire shaking his head. "It's about a job. Please come downstairs so we can talk about it."

His tone was reasonable, and Kyou hated it, but he was curious. He scooted off the bed, and begrudgingly went to the door. He opened it, and Aloys was right there waiting for him.

Kyou noticed he looked a little haggard but brushed off the slight feeling of concern as he headed downstairs to the kitchen.

On the table was a bowl of hot soup, some bread, and a glass of water. He sat down but didn't touch the food.

Aloys was right behind him and sat a the opposite end of the table. He noticed Kyou didn't attempt to eat the food in front of him.

"Please eat," he pleaded. "At least a little," he added.

Kyou shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Kyousuke," Aloys said again, this time, his voice commanding in the same way he told Sera to eat her vegetables.

Kyou narrowed his eyes but complied. He wanted to hear about the job.

"Spill it," he said after he took one bite. And another, and then another. The soup was really good, surprisingly, and before Aloys even began to speak, it was halfway gone.

"I talked to Lyall," he started and waited for Kyou to object, but when the purplette was silent, he continued, "And he agreed to let you work part-time at his club. You'd be a waiter."

"Ok," Kyou said around the buttered bread in his cheeks.

There was a pause at that.

"Really?" the vampire said in surprise, his eyebrows arching dramatically.

Kyou shrugged and choose to ignore the passive aggressive jab. He had been a waiter at plenty of jobs in high school so experience wasn't an issue.

He finished the bread after dunking it in the soup.

"Yeah, sure. I still don't like him though," he said. "What are the shifts?"

"Nine at night to one in the morning, respectively," Aloys replied as he leaned into the table. "Working there at night should be fine. Lyall has control over that area and a few block surrounding it but I'll have you picked up and dropped off at the beginning end of your shifts, just to make sure you make it there and here safely."

Kyou paused. "How many nights?" he asked after a long moment. He preferred a day job, but hey, working nights would get him away from Aloys, so he wasn't going to complain.

"I believe he said four: Tuesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sundays."

Kyou nodded. "That's fine," he agreed. " Those things really can't get me there, can they?" he asked, just to make sure.

Aloys shook his head. "I'm surprised," he admitted. His gaze was firmly on Kyou.

"About what?" Kyou snorted, heat rising to his cheeks without his consent. Out of embarrassment, awareness, or irritation, he wasn't sure.

"That you would take such a job. You are so prideful, love, I didn't think that this job was something you'd accept."

Kyou was speechless for a moment. His grip on the glass in his hand was so tight it threatened to shatter.

"And you are the biggest fucking asshole. EVER," he retorted as he stood suddenly, the chair screeching back as the abrupt motion.

Anger burned his skin, along with chagrin. "For your information, I hate owing you, so any job would be better than having to see your ugly face!" he added as he went to stomp out of the room.

It was only a moment, but there was a blur, then Aloys had Kyou's wrist his grip.

"I'm sorry," the former apologized and pulled Kyou to face him. "I meant no offense. I happen to like the prideful ones," he grinned, then added, "They're more fun to break that way~"

Kyou slapped the vampire across the face with a smack so hard, the blood underneath the skin of his palm stung. What made him angrier was that Aloys let himself get hit.

Kyou tried to pull away, but he was held in place by wide, pale hands.

He glared. "You chauvinist fucker," he insulted.

"I try," Aloys retorted, and pulled him flush to each other's chest. "You know, humans like you really piss me off," he said, his breath cold on Kyou's hot face. "I made a deal with you, but now I want to amend that."

"Not interested," Kyou spit right the vampire's stupid face. "So don't fucking touch me."

Aloys chuckled dangerously but didn't bat an eye as he maintained his pinning gaze with Kyousuke. "Why is it always the crazy ones that I like?" he seemed to whisper to himself as his eyes roamed over the human in front of him. "Listen, sweetheart," he said, this time to Kyou. "I'll get you to want me. Body and soul, you will be mine."

Kyou blinked, but Aloys continued, "And when you do, you stay with me, looking after me, this house, and doing whatever I say, as my willing servant, till the day you die."

Kyou felt Aloys' grip tighten further on his shoulders as he suddenly kissed him. The grip was painful, which made him gasp in surprise. This, he realized too late, allowed the vampire access to his mouth. He felt Aloys push his tongue past Kyou's lips and teeth to entwine their tongues together as he was pinned in place.

The kiss was hot and messy, and Kyou was easily pulled under the current of lust Aloys was smothering him with. He couldn't do anything other than moan deeply as his mouth was filled and pillaged by Aloys' tongue.

Aloys smirked as he pulled away, only to put his blue-tinged lips on Kyou's neck to lick it.

"You might as well give in, I'd love to hear you beg," he murmured, his breath causing the purplette's skin to break out with goosebumps. His heart pounded, and his body felt weak.

"Like I'd ever beg you," Kyou finally managed to say.

His body quivered at Aloys' touch, and, like an addict, he craved to feel that high again, but he was no stranger to fighting withdrawals.

With a push, he put some space between them. "Get away from me," demanded seriously as he could manage.

Aloys, surprisingly, let go and stepped back. "Trust me," he said slowly, his hands going into his slack pockets, "We are bound by Fate. And I don't plan on letting you out of my sight until it is revealed what part you play in it."

He leaned toward the purplette close enough to whisper in his ear, "So you couldn't escape even if you tried. Good night~"

And with that, Aloys sauntered away toward the door. "I'll be out talking to Lyall about when you're starting at the club. So try to get some sleep. You look like shit."

Kyou watched him leave, his face slack. There was only silence to answer him when he exclaimed to himself. "God, he is such a dick!"