Recollections of Elias Bouchard, Vampire

by limitlessly

Summary:

Martin's personality and mind are common and dull. He is good only for his body, and why bother preserving a body just for itself? But Jon, Jon is intelligent, unique, interesting--and so he must live.

Thus, Martin will die as a human, and I will have Jon rise from the ashes of his ruin. If I have to lose a convenient blood source in the meantime, then so be it.

Elias keeps a regular journal detailing his training, subduing, and usage of the humans in his house.

Notes:

I saw a set up of Vampire Elias + Thrall Jon + Vampire Hunter Martin Blackwood all in the same house, with Elias as the kidnapper. A friend and I decided bounce ideas, and I ended up writing my own take on how such a scenario would play out. Mostly, with more porn, more torture, less trust, and more emphasis on getting specifically into Elias's head.

Check out the original by phoebenavarro over here.

Note on warnings: Almost every single chapter in this is going to have upsetting content. There will not be rape every single chapter, but there will be a constant background radiation of creepiness, violation, and sexual coercion. Some chapters will have physical torture and violence.

I'm also way, way too lazy and scatterbrained to put individual warnings for every single thing that pops up every chapter. So if you're someone who needs a warning breakdown on every single chapter of this fic, just give this one a skip.

Chapter 1: March 23, 2016

I have at last acquired another human, a companion for my dear Jon. It happened much faster than I anticipated, to be quite honest. I'm almost astounded at my good fortune in this regard.

He's an aspiring vampire hunter, of all things--or was, until falling into my hands. He broke straight into my manor and set traps. The lucky thing even set one that got me, though of course I quickly shook off any damage to my leg. Good lord, the inexperience, the hubris of this boy. It seems he knows little of vampire healing or abilities, and has little sense to top it off. He was sobbing like a babe when he  went down, a  far cry from the hardened hunters that have come after me in the past. 

Why keep him? Normally I would not bother. Normally I would have simply ripped out his throat and  feasted on him then and there. But Jon begged for his life, so I took a  closer look at him and, on second glance, I think he's fortuitously suited to many different purposes of mine.

For one, he's large. Much larger than Jon, so he'll be a reliable source of blood. Why, one would almost think he'd been bred for it the way a prize cow is bred to give milk. Certainly he moaned like one when he felt the slightest bit of pain. Having a good-sized blood bag at the ready will let me stay in from hunting more nights while not overtaxing my beloved Jon's reserves. Small and frail as he is, he certainly deserves the reprieve.

For another, I won't deny that his body and features pique my more erotic interest, even filthy as he is from apparently camping several nights in the woods around my manor. Not nearly as handsome or elegant as Jon, of course, but there is a softness to his body and a cherubic quality to the roundness of his face, the fullness of his lips, and how large and wide-set his eyes are.

Of course, I've already spoken of getting a companion for Jon to break him in and help him understand his future position with regards to humans, but there’s no reason not to have one that I enjoy looking at and can use to satiate myself in all regards.

For now, alas, we must give him time to recover. It's a shame humans are so frail. Still, I want to make him last. I will allow Jon to nurse him back to health, and in the meantime I will be eagerly awaiting using him for all he's good for.