I'll Never Let Them Hurt You

Frank

My head was spinning as I lay face up on the mattress. What was happening? One minute I was being raped, the next the monster that did it was picking me up and crying? I could hear his sobs, slow and sad. It was confusing, I was just a piece of 'ugly human scum', as he said himself only a few minutes ago.

I do feel used though, my backside is in agony and I'm sticky. It's not nice being raped, I can tell you that now. But I'm used to it. I wasn't used to dominator vampires crying though. That was not usual at all.

I used my healthy as an anchor to push myself into to a sitting position on the bed. I saw him slumped against the wall on the floor by the bed. His head was in his hands and his crys were irregular and foreign.

"E-excu-excuse m-me." I stuttered nervously. "E-excuse m-me s-sir." I repeat a little louder so that he could hear, my stutter just as prominent. It was taking all of my courage to talk to him. As soon as I had said this, his crying stopped. he lifted his head up, pulling his hands away from his tear stained face.

"Don't call me sir." He whispered sadly. "I just Gerard to you, if that." he muttered, standing up and brushing away the tears.

"Oh." I said, confusion brushing tone. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise." He stated. "It should be me apologising to you." He sniffed a little and walked over a little.

I automatically flinched and moved away, and he stopped. his body radiated sadness as his stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"What w-wrong?" I asked, confused by why he was suddenly being nice to me.

"Look in the mirror." He replied clearly upset, gesturing it the large mirror by the desk.

"Why?"

"Just look, please." He pleaded a little. "I don't want to say it." He looked down.

I honoured his wishes, staring into the mirror from the bed. I gasped a little at my reflection. A small, pale, boy stared back at me. But he looked different. "I don't understand." I stated.

"Look." He said again, pointing at the mirror. "You're a fertile."

"How is that possible?" I whispered, just audible.

"You were wearing a glamour." He explained. "If a dom bites anyone wearing a glamour, during, or just after sex, then the glamour breaks." He looked down at this, and I could see shame on his face. I'm sure there was only confusion on mine.

"What's a glamour?" I asked quietly.

"A special object that can be put on a fertile Vampire to make them and everyone think they are human." He explained slowly.

"Oh." I said, now I understood.

"I'm very sorry Frank, I feel absolutely terrible. It's a horrible offence to hurt a fertile vampire and I just fucking raped one." He cried. "And I just swore in front of one." He continued. "I'm such a bad dom." He spat.

I flinched a little at his anger, it was surreal seeing the vampire who had just tortured you for a few hours, humbled before you.

"Can you ever forgive me?" He asked pleadingly, his sad hazel eyes tinged with blue as he shuffled a little closer to me.

Automatically I jumped back, which I didn't really want to do, but my body, which had received so much pain from him, did want to, as a protection mechanism. He stopped moving forward and stepped back a few paces.

I decided to look down and noticed I was still naked. Luckily, the cover were protecting my bottom half, but I still felt a soft blush hit my cheeks. Sensing my discomfort, Gerard, who was fully clothed, scooped up all my clothes, which were strewn across the room and handed them silently to me, keeping his head bowed, and not looking me in the eye.

Then, he proceeded to leave the room, going into the en-suite, and closing the door behind him, so that I could change in peace.

I felt a little at ease after this and started getting dressed, the empty room giving me a chance to think everything over.