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Logan adjusted his glasses as he looked closely at the moss-covered sign before him. It had the words ‘Astra Manor’ written on it in a faded gold text ‘Hmm… A peculiar place for a mansion.’ His eyes then drifted up to the building that stood at the end of a cobblestone bridge.
The manor was large and very ornate. It stood three stories tall with big decorative windows lining every side. There were a few rooms with a flickering candle, or light on, in them which meant that someone had to be home.
Logan checked over his shoulder to see Patton had finally made his way over from their broken down car. He spoke softly yet quickly. “Well, it would appear that someone does in fact live in this mansion. I think it best for us to ask the owner if we could borrow their telephone-lest we have to walk to the nearest town.”
Patton took one look at the mansion and shivered. “Logan, I love you, but that place gives me the creeps. Is the town really too far of a walk?” His voice also had a slight tremor to it.
“Unfortunately, yes, this is our only viable option. Also, don't forget, you were the one who insisted that we leave our cellular devices at home.” Logan teased. He then effortlessly pushed open the gate and started to walk towards the mansion.
Patton quickly followed behind but kept giving nervous glances in different directions. He really didn't like this place and he had no idea what was causing him to feel so frightened. As his thoughts wandered he didn't notice that they had arrived at the front door and he full on bumped into the back of Logan. “Oops...sorry Lo.” He stepped back and frowned in a sad puppy dog kind of display.
Logan simply shook his head and gave the front door a few loud knocks. There was a long awkwardly silent pause, followed by the distinct click of footsteps upon tiled floor, then the loud creak of the door as it pulled open.
The person who now stood in the doorway met their gaze with a cold and calculating stare from behind light blue eyes. The man was tall, with a thin yet athletic frame. His hair was long and jett black in color. It fell in a gentle wave down to his shoulders. He wore a long sleeved white ruffled shirt beneath a tailored black vest, long black dress pants, and polished black dress shoes. “Good evening, gentlemen. May I help you with something?” His voice was soft as velvet but held a confident tone.
Patton slid forward and latched onto Logan's arm out of fear. He wanted to talk but the words wouldn't come. Instead he started to tremble beneath the cold gaze of this stranger. This stranger that made Patton feel like he was being looked at by a hungry animal.
Logan first glanced down at Patton's hands as they firmly gripped his arm, and then up at Patton's face. He let a confused expression contort his features for a moment then quickly looked back at the man in the doorway. “Yes, good evening. Our motor vehicle has broken down; and we were curious if you might be so kind as to allow us the use of your telephone?” Logan kept his question curt and to the point.
The man's expression changed from cold to intrigued. “Well, you came at such an opportune time. I think I'll have you both stay for dinner.” His tone was suddenly very cheery and inviting.
“We do appreciate the offer, but, we must get ourselves home soon. I fear we shall have to decline your invitation for dinner. We would merely like to use your phone and then we can be on our way.” Logan's expression was mostly blank except for a slight smirk that pulled at his lips.
“Oh my dear boys. You seem to have misinterpreted my invitation as an offer to be refused, when in fact, you have little choice in the matter.” His voice had grown dark and menacing. He snapped his gaze to Patton and his light blue eyes flashed with an unknown light.
Patton suddenly felt himself grow weary and immediately blacked out. His body then started to collapse backwards. Logan moved to try and catch him but was cut short by the stranger snatching his arm in a vice grip.
Logan let a soft yelp of discomfort escape his lips as the stranger effortlessly pinned his arm behind his back. He now felt a sense of fear rising in his stomach. Who was this man?
The stranger spun Logan around to face him but kept his arm secured at his back. “My my, you look positively scrumptious. I shall have some fun with you.” He used his free hand to gently caress Logan's cheek who in turn tensed and tried to pull away. “My name is Corvus Astra, and you boys will be my entertainment for the night.” Corvus took Logan's chin and forcefully turned his face forward. His eyes then flashed again and the young man quickly fell unconscious in his arms.
“Yes, we will certainly have some fun this evening.” The inhuman man tossed Logan effortlessly over his shoulder and then bent down to also pick Patton up off the ground. Without another word Corvus turned around and strode confidently into his manor.
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Screaming… Someone’s screaming… Was that Logan’s voice? Oh god, it was. Patton’s eyes snapped open. His heart was racing and he searched for where the sound was coming from. His attention was immediately drawn forward to the figured secured to a chair.
It was Logan, his shirt had been torn to shreds, and blood could be seen as it trailed down from cuts around his chest and arms. He was taking in quick shallow breaths and sweat had started to bead upon his forehead.
“So good to see you’re finally awake. Now you get to enjoy the show!” Corvus spoke from just behind Logan. He then reach a hand forward to gently caress Logan’s cheek all while smiling sadistically at Patton. The young man tensed from the touch and started to shake.
Patton was horrified. “Get your hands off him! Leave him alone!” He wanted desperately to go over and help but he was chained to a wall with no means of escape.
“Or what? You’ll cry, you’ll beg, you’ll shout angry words at me? I don’t think you’re in any condition to be making demands of me. No, I said you both would be my entertainment for the night.” Corvus then let his gaze drop to look down at Logan, another grin curling his lips. “So let’s cut to the good part, shall we?”
Logan had little time to register what Corvus meant before he felt a sharp pain in his Neck. He cried out and attempted to pull away from the pain. The vampire had placed a firm hold on his head though and left him with no room to move.
“What are you doing to him!? Stop it! Please! Stop hurting him!” Patton pleaded desperately. He couldn’t bare seeing Logan being tormented and hurt in such a grotesque way.
Corvus made sure to only drink a little from the young man before letting his venom sink in and do it’s magic. After another minute or two he let go of Logan and removed his fangs from the man’s neck. He used a handkerchief to wipe away any excess blood from his lips. With a side long glance at Patton he started to chuckle and walk away. “Don’t worry, his pain is almost over, but yours has yet to begin.” With that said the vampire then left the room and locked the door behind him.