Bloody Ice

Further into Darkness

Vlad's P.o.V 

3 weeks later 

         It had been almost a month now, since I'd met my beloved ice prince. The weather was getting colder out and I knew he'd be staying longer because of it. Though he had to leave from time to time, he always came back for kisses, video games, and s*x. The closer we got, the less nightmares I had, but every now and then the solid darkness would penetrate my mind and ruin my dreams. It was Christmas break now and I spent every day of it with Jack. 

“Vlad...hey, Vlad! Are you ignoring me?” Jack's voice broke through my thoughts. I blinked softly, my eyes coming to focus on the white haired beauty sitting in my my lap with a game controller in his hands. He was looking up at me with those ice blue eyes that always made my heart melt. 

“Sorry, Jack. I was lost in thought. What were you saying?” I asked, affectionately running my fingers through his snow colored hair. 

“I said, that I will be gone for Christmas Eve and Christmas...I promised North that I would help him deliver gifts.” He said, returning his gaze to the TV and the game that played across it. I frowned softly as I held him and stroked his hair.

“That's fine, Jack. We can celebrate it when you get back.” I said, feeling a sense of foreboding at the thought of his absence. “Hey, Jack...I love you...so much…” I said, watching as a smile curled his face. 

“I love you, too, Vladdie.” He said softly without looking up from his game. I loved that about him, his addiction to video games was far stronger than even mine. 

          Too late it was time for him to leave and I gave him a reluctant goodbye kiss. It would only be two days. He was only gonna be gone for two days. Nothing bad can happen in two days, I thought. But I was so wrong. 

*****

         The nightmares were always worse when Jack wasn't around. It was early morning on Christmas eve when the worst one ever woke me from slumber. I sat up, panting and patting myself down, reassured when I felt that I still wore my clothing. But that's where my ease ended. 

“Did you really think I was just a bad dream? Hm? That my demands could go unmet and you would be fine? I warned you. Now you pay for not killing Jack Frost!” that all too familiar voice growled as its owner stepped into the light for the very first time. 

             I gaped at the deathly grey pallor of the man's skin. His eyes were a sickly gold color and his hair was solid black. Then I looked past him, realizing I was no longer in my bedroom, but in some underground hellhole on a musty old cot.

“Who are you? How dare you take me from my home! My uncle will know where I am! He'll find me and kill you!” I snarled, getting up since I wasn't restrained anyway. But the man, if that's what he even was, just laughed. 

“I told you. I am Pitch. Pitch Black. The boogeyman. Your worst nightmare. Now who told you you could get up?” He asked and suddenly these back, gritty tendrils wrapped around my neck and wrists and yanked me back on the cot. I yelped and growled, trying to struggle free from the things that had been part of my very nightmares for the last month. 

“Let me go!” I snarled, baring my fangs and thrashing against the gritty black things that held me.

“No. I told you that I would make you suffer for not doing as I demand. Now, it's time to pay your dues.” He said with a malicious grin. Stepping closer to me, a snap of his fingers had more tendrils ripping my clothes to shreds.

“What the f**k? What is wrong with you?!” I cried, shocked as the cold air of the cavernous underground hit my bared flesh.

“You like to play the top. Hmm...but I think it will be fun to turn you into the b***h you really are.” He hummed as more tendrils shot out and grabbed my ankles, forcing my face into the pillow and my ass into the air. I thrashed more.

“Let me go! You f*****g psycho! Stop...please…” I cried as I felt the mattress on the cot shift under his weight as he climbed onto it.

“Hmm...such delicious fear. To have you fear me...mmm… it gives me such power.” He purred and I felt him poke at my unwillingly exposed asshole. I struggled harder but it only caused the tendrils to tighten. I choked, then suddenly, all there was was agony as he thrust deep into my body. I screamed, long and ragged. My insides were on fire, I felt as if I were being torn to shreds. Then he start to thrust and I couldn't stop the wail of agony that spill from my lips, tears spilling in torrents down my cheeks. 

“Please...stop...it hurts! Stop!” I screamed, the tendril choking me until the words stopped coming out, my breath laboured. But it continued on even as my vision wavered from the lack of breath. Suddenly, heat filled my brutalized inside and the tendril eased up.

“What a good little bitch.” Pitch purred, pulled out of my body and leaving me to collapse over, drained and devastated. As my vision was returning, I turned to look at my violator but he was back away from something. My vision still tattered and hazy I tried to focus as a ball of gold hit Pitch and sent him sprawling. 

“Oh my God, Vlad?” I heard Jack's voice and his face swirled into view for a moment. “Vlad, can you hear me? f**k, what did he do to you?” He voice asked as my vision continued to sputter and darken.

“Jack, he’s going into shock. We need to get him to the North Pole.” A soft feminine voice exclaimed.

“Better hurry, mate. The lad can die from shock.” An Australian voice said gravely

“Let's go. Can use globe.” A Russian voice exclaimed and I fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.