The young boy felt the wind shift. A scent other than earth and slightly crisp wind pervaded his senses. A young vampire was near. His eyes remained closed as he rested on the grassy hilltop, he knew who it was. Just as the boy wondered when she’d make herself known, she spoke.
“Benny,” she sang in her high, child’s voice. She sounded both stern and sad.
Benoit opened his eyes, wishing he didn’t have too. Wishing he could remain at peace. He looked at his friend. Her long black curls swayed in the light breeze of the night. Her eyes glowed as his did. The full moon made her skin look pearly and luminescent. He watched her sit next to where he lay by the tree. The leaves were beginning to change color now. It reminded him of his hair.
“How did it go?” she asked. “Were you punished?” He watched her fix her skirt.
He sighed, still not sitting up. “Not really.”
“Your hair is to your shoulders, and it’s black. Did the king do that?”
Benoit nodded and looked up at the stars.
“Are you sad?”
Benoit shook his head. “It’s only hair.”
“What happened, what did he say? Was Prince Emeril there too?”
“He told Mother that it was her and Father’s fault. They should have told the king when I was born.”
Darci stared intently at her friend. She wanted to know what happened, but talking to Benoit was like pulling teeth. “Then were your parents punished?”
Benoit took a while to answer. He really didn’t want to talk about it. What’s done is done. Why think about it? He sighed again. “He spoke with Mother privately. I don’t think Father will be punished. He’s in the middle of a mission for the king.”
He noticed Darci’s eyes light up at that. He knew she’d be sidetracked by something so adventurous. “What kind of mission? Has he told you anything?”
“Not much.”
“Well, what has he said?” She began playing with the ruffled cuff of Benoit’s sleeve, something she did when excited.
“He won’t tell me everything. He says I’m too young.”
“We’re already six! We’re not too young. At least tell me what he has said.”
“He told me not to tell anyone.”
“And you told me you’d tell me about the next mission your father was sent on! So what is it?”
Benoit sat up at last. He didn’t find his father’s work all that fascinating. He looked at his long nails. They were long and sharp. He wondered if they were as sharp as King Thierry’s. The man’s nails had cut through his long hair so easily. He could still remember the silver strands falling to the marble floor as he stood at attention for the King.
“Benny!”
“They’re making a school.”
Darci blinked at him. “A school? Here?”
“No. On the island. Brittan.”
“Our kind are making a school?”
“No, their kind. It’s for the young humans with magic blood.” He watched Darci lick her lips.
“They’re putting all the young ones together in one place instead of hiding them like they usually do? Why? I knew the human’s weren’t intelligent, but this is…it’ll be a feast!”
“Father doesn’t think so.”
“Why?” she asked, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“He says it’s a bad thing. He says it’ll be harder to get them.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The school will be protected.”
“Oh, so they’re protecting their young?”
“And teaching them to fight.”
“But that’s only on the island, right?”
“Father thinks the magic humans will make more sanctuaries like that. Fortresses to protect and teach those with magic. He fears they’ll make one here.”
“France would never have a thing like that!” She shouted. “I won’t have it! Young ones are the easiest to catch, if they lock them all away, what’ll we do?”
“The king is trying to figure that out.”
Darci sighed. “Talking about blood is making me thirsty. I’m going to grab lunch in the village, want to come?”
Benoit shook his head. He wasn’t hungry. He laid back down and took a nap.
The vampire was suddenly aware of a warm wetness encasing his penis. He opened his eyes. He could see just fine in the darkness of his coffin. He was surprised at the sight before him. A young boy’s naked ass was in front of his face. Harry’s ass. He looked over the body to see the boy’s mouth sucking at the tip of his cock.
“Harry.” The boy didn’t stop, in fact his sucking got more desperate. Benoit opened the lid to his coffin and forcefully lifted the human off him and put him on the rug. “What are you doing?” He knew, but he wanted the boy to recognize that his actions weren’t acceptable.
The boy blushed and looked down at his knees nervously. “It’s been so long since you said I could maybe drink your milk one day,” Harry said. “I just thought today seemed like a good day.”
“You cannot come into my chambers, open my coffin, and do what you did, do you understand?” Benoit said in his usual monotone, though he was a bit angry. He knew he shouldn’t be angry at the child, and he wasn’t. Harry didn’t know any better. He was being corrupted. It was the memory that had put him in a bad mood. He tried to rein in his emotions.
Harry saw that Benoit’s brows were inched a tiny bit closer than usual, but they went back to normal after a second. Was Benoit annoyed with him? Why? Harry shook his head. “No, why can’t I?”
“Because it’s assault.”
“Ass-alt?”
“Assault. It means…” Benoit sighed. He got out of his coffin and looked toward his alarm clock. It read two in the afternoon. The man began to run fingers lightly through his hair, before realizing what he was doing. He tried not to think of the memory. His hair didn’t bother him anyway. Silver or black…it didn’t matter. “It isn’t okay to force someone to do something sexual if they don’t want to do it,” he said after a while.
“It isn’t?”
“No. You always need to ask permission.”
“But Papa never asks permission. He just does what makes him feel good.”
“I know. He shouldn’t.”
“Oh,” Harry didn’t really believe Benoit on that. His whole life Papa, or his uncle, or others have done sexual things like lick him or have Harry lick and suck them and not once asked him if it was okay. That’s just how it is. But Benoit didn’t like it and wanted Harry to ask first. Harry really liked Benoit so he guessed he’d have to ask from now on.
“Now, can you get back by yourself?”
“Yes, sorry. You don’t need to hurt yourself,” harry said. He put his dress and shoes back on and left the man’s room.
Benoit got back in his coffin and tried to fall asleep to a more pleasant memory.
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A young Benoit before and after his hair way dyed.
Finnian Siog 