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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Anton looked at me and crossed the short distance between us. I allowed him to hold me. “Sookie I’m not just going to magically turn into a milque toast bitch just because I’m in love you,” he said against the top of my head. He released me and took my hand and we went downstairs after I brushed my blood from my teeth. A man I had never seen was sitting on the couch reading a book. He glanced up. “What was the gunshot about?” he seemed only mildly curious. He looked to be in his mid-thirties. I was startled to see that his eyes were the exact same shade as Anton’s.
Anton sat down. “Hello Uncle Christian, Stellen finally shot himself,” he said. His hair was black and curly just like Alcide’s and Miguel. “What are reading now?”
“So he went through with it, how nice,” he paused and glanced down at the book. “A treatise on the nature of evil and its place in the world,” I noticed that his voice was soothing and gentle and very cultured.
Anton started laying out some lines on the coffee table and I felt irritated with his addiction to all most all drugs. “Did you give him the gun?” I asked.
He smirked just like Anton always did. “Why yes of course.”
Anton passed me the ivory tube. I set it down and refused silently. “Shit does Miguel know?”
“Not yet, I’m sure he will be displeased with me, I’ll get him off and he will forget all about it though.”
“You fuck your brother?”
He started reading his book again and ignored the question. “Yeah their lovers,” Anton supplied sounding like he was completely undisturbed.
The man across from us set his book done and parted his suit jacket to withdraw a sliver cigarette case. It was same odd looking ones that Miguel always smoked. “Where’s Miguel?”
He shrugged. “Whoever knows with him?”
“Why did you give Stellen the gun?” Anton asked.
“He was growing quite tiresome, crying all the time, so when he asked I was more than happy to help.”
“Yeah he was a little bitch,” Anton muttered. His uncle smiled with fondness at his nephew and reached once more into his pocket and withdrew his phone.
He said something to them in Spanish and pushed a button to end the call. “There that’s settled, when Miguel gets back it will be as if there was never a Stellen,” he said with contentment.
He looked at me closely. “Who’s this?”
“Sookie, Alcide’s new slave,” Anton replied and reached for his backpack and removed some weed and packed it into an elaborate glass bowl.
“How did you get drugs through security?”
Anton laughed. “I’m the sixth richest person in the world, you honestly think I don’t have a jet?”
I should have known. Christian stood up. “I need to take care of some things,” he buttoned his suit jacket and leaned down and kissed Anton’s cheek before leaving.
Then we were alone. The silence was deafening so I went over to the IPOD and chose a song at random since I’d never heard of any of them. It was a Middle Eastern song. “Turn something else on, I hate all that fucking keening and wailing,” he said from behind me.
So I chose a French song. I sat back down. “Why are they lovers?”
Anton passed me the joint and I hit it. “Because they’re both hot and in love with each other, they have been since they were in their twenties.”
“Everyone in my family is good looking,” he said smugly.
“You only kill ugly people,” it wasn’t question but he still nodded.
“Think of it as a public service to society,” he laughed a little bit at his own joke. His own sick ass joke.
“That’s so shallow,” I muttered.
He smiled over at me. “No it’s deep, if people like me had started cleaning up all the uglies than everyone would be beautiful.”
Something occurred to him and he drew in a sharp breath. “Fuck I came inside you,” his eyes were wide and alarmed when he turned to me.
“I know, will you kill me if I’m pregnant?” He bowed his head and did two lines.
He seemed torn. “I don’t know, probably not, having a kid would be fucking awful,” he paused and tufted his hair up. “If you don’t agree to an abortion then I’ll have to kill you,” he looked sad at his words.
“Besides your stomach would get all saggy and gross, I won’t let that happen,” his hand went to my stomach and caressed it.
I didn’t know what to say. I’d never wanted kids anyway and certainly not one with a psychopath. “That’s murder Anton, but you won’t give a choice will you?”
He shook his head and packed another bowl. “I have a present waiting for you at Alcide’s,” he said abruptly changing the subject.
“What is it?”
“It’s a surprise,” he leaned over and kissed me hungrily. He pulled my straps down and took me right there on the sofa after eating me out for a bit. Just when he was about to cum someone walked in the room.
“Well this nice to come home to, don’t get jizz on my sofa,” Miguel murmured. The worst part is Anton kept fucking me.
He came inside me again. He rolled off me and I quickly dressed. Miguel looked relaxed as he lit a cigarette. “So Stellen is out of his misery,” he said softly. “I had to beat Christian a little but he gave me some really good head so I’ve forgiven him,” he laughed under his breath. “I’m surprised that you’re not the one that killed him,” he said looking to his nephew. “You never could stand him.”
“True,” Anton replied.
We were quiet for a bit and we both watched as Miguel shot up. His sinister eyes grew heavy lidded and he leaned back into the couch. “If I didn’t love you I would make you my next slave,” he said thoughtfully.
Anton laughed nervously. “Well that’s a relief, you’re hot but my dick doesn’t swing that way.”
He reached over for me and forced me to my knees in front of him. “Suck me off Sookie,” he said quietly.
I shook my head glancing back at his uncle. Anton bent down and whispered in my ear. “We need to please him or he won’t listen and have you gang raped.”
So when he pulled out his cock I took it in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. Miguel came behind me and coiled a fist in my hair and I whimpered at the sudden pain. “I’m next,” he said.
My cheeks burned with shame after I swallowed Anton’s load. Then I turned still on my knees and took Miguel’s massive cock in my mouth. It was beyond degrading and the worst part was that Anton was really into it. I was in love with someone so evil it was heart breaking. Miguel forced me to take his full length and I forced back my gag reflex. “Lick my balls,” he ordered. I did and tears started falling from my eyes. “Now lick my cock with that little tongue,” he said in his silky European voice.
It went on forever with him saying filthy things to me like ‘You’re a tiny slut aren’t you?’
After he smacked me hard I told him that I was. Finally he came inside my stretched mouth and I swallowed it bitterly. I couldn’t find the will to stand up and Anton saw that and lifted me up and settled me back down on the sofa. “That was fucking hot,” he said.
I felt disgusted and wondered dimly if there was anything that he could do that would make me stop loving me, somehow I doubted that there was. Miguel was restless despite his high. “I want my men to rape her,” he said drowsily.
Anton cast me a worried glance, he may love Miguel but part of him was afraid of him. “No,” he said firmly.
Miguel reached for his gun that was situated in the back of his pants and laid it on the table. “You don’t rule me Anton, I want to videotape it too.”
“She can’t survive it,” he stood up and took my hand and we started to leave the room when the gun was fired. I checked myself and Anton for wounds but there were none. There Miguel sat on the couch when we turned back. His gun was pointed at the ceiling.
“She can and will survive it, this is my domain, what I fucking say goes, she’s going to be raped.”
Anton stopped and took my face in my hands. “I will be there the entire time,” he said into my ear.
He kissed my cheek and bowed his head. He looked destroyed and excited. Miguel began making calls and I knew that my gang rape was going to happen and that my new lover couldn’t stop it. I collapsed on the marble floor and started keening. Stellen’s suicide song played in my head over and over. “The end’s not near its here. Halleluiah spread the cheer and watch the millenaries throw a party for a thousand years. You won’t see the pietists praying they’ll be too busy failing.” I couldn’t remember the last of the words.
My whole world had just come to an end just as it was beginning in my burgeoning love with Anton. “I need to talk to her for a minute,” he said picking me up and carrying me to the bed.
He was crying I saw as he laid me down on the bed. “I can’t stop him Sookie, I’m so sorry. You need to realize that you’re strong, this won’t break you,” he curled up against me and I could feel his tears dampening my hair. “Try to enjoy it.”
I turned to him with an incredulous expression. “What sort of girl do you think I am?”
“Well you’re a good girl but you’re also a slave, and slaves do what they’re told,” it was so cold that I slapped him as hard as I could.
His pale eyes darkened and he wrapped his hands around my throat and began killing me. I felt a smile growing on my lips. I recalled what Anton had said to Eric. “To be killed by someone I love would be wonderful.”
I realize that this story just keeps getting darker, if some of you bail after what happens next I don’t blame you. Thanks for all the reviews for last chapter!
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