Transformative Nights

Breakfast

Taking a seat at my desk, I reached into the drawer on my right, pulling out a diamond-shaped crystal vile. That human is already someone I don't see myself letting go of, forcing thoughts of sacred eating companions. I've never made a blessed/sacred eating companion in all my centuries. The term Sacred eating companion came about because there would always be someone there to eat with you, and you would honor them by feeding on no other. I've never shied away from it; there was just never a need since I met my love pretty early on. I attempted to court her as an ordinary man would, never bringing up SEC'S. My attempt to keep her living an everyday life failed, and circumstances forced me to turn her to save her. I've never had an issue feeding on humans, but Ariane could not stand its idea. While still a witch, she derived a potion to enhance animal blood through the moon's magic, so I never needed a SEC. This potion was very handy for her as well, after I turned her. It's said that the magic to make a sacred eating companion is strong and limited. In the history books, even the oldest Vampire could only make 3. I used to find it odd since the power to turn others into a vampire is unlimited. My wife was an avid researcher, though, and we found out that it is because the SEC is constantly drawing from the Vampire. The power to live forever with us, be enhanced like us without needing blood draws on the magic that sustains us. Then with each death, they take a bit of our life force with them. All cases in history have been with the SEC dying the absolute death at the hand of a supernatural being.

Do they still take life energy if they are turned into a vampire? Thoughts I've shoved to the back of my mind as I have never found a human suitable... before now. Ingesting 3 oz of a vampire's blood with an infusion of their aura links you to them forever. Our life force then gives humans enteral life, heightened senses, and strength while granting an ability based on their red thread of fate. In some rare cases, the SEC can share its master's power. When a human is turned into a sacred eating companion, the Vampire that did it has dominion over them. What concerns me is how much that human was able to struggle under my domination magic. He has a strength of will that I did not see in 5 centuries. Would 3 oz be enough? Biting my wrist, I let the blood flow slowly down and into the crystal vile. I think just to be safe; I will give him 6 oz. With a jingle of my bell, I summoned the friend in my employ the longest, Asa.

"Whatever he chooses to eat for breakfast, mix this in it," I Instructed.

"Isn't this a bit much for making a sacred meal, sir? he questioned, holding the jar close to his face. Turning to him, I said,

"Normally, I would agree with you, but this one has a lot of fight in him. So I just want to be careful."

Faking tears and pretending to wipe them away, Asa responded,

"Oh, they grow so quickly. Only five centuries old and already making a SEC."

"Don't you have something to do?" I said, turning my back to him. His giggles were unabashed as he left the room. I'll think about him more in the morning; I muttered, walking to the globe in the back corner of my office. Since I won't need to visit the hospital for food tomorrow, I may as well get a jumpstart on looking for the last two recruits for the next night class. Taking a potion from the stand to the left, I poured it on the globe and waited. Finally, thanks to my late Ariane and her constant pursuit of knowledge, I have this potion that can track down potential witches and wizards. In this world where not everyone is gifted with magic, those who feel they may be must seek out a shaman. Shamans are the only ones that can see a person's magical potential, and I've been alive long enough to remember when it was easy to access a shaman and get a truthful reading. Thinking about how different things are today causes a heavy sigh to escape. Luckily, I remained in contact with Ariane's best friend, a witch who also sought knowledge and fairness. When it comes to potions, I need to be made that are unique to my wife and us; she is the only witch I can trust. Once the brew oozed its way entirely around the globe, lights started to shimmer. I see about 200 miles to the east; we have three potentials.

Jotting down the locations in my notebook, each on a separate page, I thought for a few minutes before assigning the last two university shamans available to those with the brighter lights. Brighter lights mean a more potent mage, even though I have been surprised in a few cases. I wrote a third note to my personal shaman, instructing her to test my new SEC. For the University shamans, I assigned two overseers to ensure no one interrupts the process, before ripping the pages from the book. Typically, my shaman brings their own overseer, but the regular employees of these shamans were out on maternity leave. The pages disintegrated in a small flame, letting me know they made it to the intended target. Having caught up with my work for the school, I went out to my backyard pool to moon bath and reflected on why this stranger was so comforting and memorable to me. Unfortunately, the sun started to make an appearance over the forest before I could come to any sort of conclusion.

I briefly considered just having some of the enchanted blood-infused fruits growing by my pool, but then if I did, that wouldn't last night's excursion be a waste. Well, time to get to know my new companion. Feeling refreshed, I ran back to my room to inform Claudia that she would be testing him after lunch. With that done, I slowly descended the stairs, the slow thumps of my footsteps against the marble seeming to counter my racing heartbeat. What should I say to him? What do you say to a man snatched in the cover of night that you plan to keep against his will? A cold chuckle rang out as I realized I had no comforting words, and his door was looming ever closer. "I guess I'll start with something simple," I whispered aloud as my hand wrapped around the knob. Inhale. Yes, one deep breath to keep my heart from exploding.

As I entered the room, I could see him in the back corner behind an oak office desk.

"How did you sleep?" I asked, pushing back my thick dark so I could properly see him finishing what looked like a smoothie. It only took a few strides to cross the room and lean over the desk. His curly red hair had a lovely shimmer in the artificial morning light. I've only ever seen hair the hue of red on my Ariane. How strange, I have been able to go so long without thinking of her, but now she's constantly on my mind. Is It guilt? As I got lost in thought, I saw him quickly push the chair back and rush to the bed with his smoothie.

"I slept just fine for a kidnapee," He responded, slurping the last of his drink and setting the cup on the bedside table. How fortunate he chose a smoothie; that must be where my blood is. A small chuckle escaped as I faced him and thought about my luck. A coy smile danced its way across my lips as I Leaned back with my hands on the desk. Then, thrusting my chin towards the end table where he placed the empty cup, I asked, "Did you like the smoothie and the rest of your breakfast?" My question seemed to throw him off as his eyes widened in shock, and he let out a cough. Hmm, I wonder what he was expecting me to say.

"Uh, Yea, I did. Thanks... Uh mister"

I couldn't help but chuckle again. Then, standing straight, I grabbed the desk chair and walked it towards my new mister.

"My name is Li Chai-Hao. You can call me by my first name, which is Chai-Hao," I said, sitting on the chair as I finished. Then, crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward, I asked.

"And what does my breakfast call itself?"

"Pffft" Looking straight into my eyes, he said

"I don't know; you tell me when you catch it and find out. As for me, I call myself Jonathan. Friends call me Johnny, so, of course, you cannot call me that."

Raising a finger to cover my small smile, I replied

"Jonathan, it is. Now tell me, Jonathan, what did that poor young man do to deserve to be ganged up on?" Clasping my hands together, I sat back and searched his eyes for the answers to questions I couldn't reasonably ask yet. He had a presence about him that was strong yet kind. His scent already filled this room. He smelled of Coriander, cinnamon, nutmeg, and rainy days. In these levels, his aroma shifted from comforting to sensual.

"Why the hell should I tell you?" Jonathan replied, eyes full of resistance.

Before I could process what was happening, I launched myself between his legs. My hands found their way to his thighs, and to keep myself from crossing any lines, I pressed down, leaned forward, and whispered.

"Because I asked you nicely."

Goosebumps traced his neck before throwing his hands into my chest, attempting to push me away. How cute. It didn't get me to fall backward as I'm sure he intended, but it brought me to my senses, so I gently sat back in my seat. The confused look that flashed across his face was quite amusing.

"Well, I don't know about deserve, but he refused to pay back debts." Jonathan quietly declared. Oh, how interesting I didn't take this man to be a gangster. Maybe he has more fighting skill than his medium build suggests.

"Do you enjoy being a low-level gangster?" I questioned.

"I'll have you know that I am a mid-level gangster. I have minions, ya know. Just this guy didn't stick to the repayment schedule, and my guys are kind of soft."

I wondered what he meant by repayment schedule, raising my eyebrow.

" I prefer it so that I can control people getting hurt. But, then, when debtors take advantage of the system, you get what you saw earlier." So he doesn't just beat them and take the money? Is that not the system for gangsters?

" What is this system that you keep referring to? Arent you just collecting a debt?" I asked aloud.

"Yes," He nodded. "But the reason most don't pay back debts is the same reason they got into debt. They can't manage money. So I sit down with them, balance their bank accounts, and force them to sign in to an account where I can track their spending. With that, we can set a proper payment amount and schedule. If they fail, though, it goes back to a typical gang-style collection cause I took away all their excuses. That guy is very rare under my system." It's stunning to see someone in a shitty profession and environment that manages to stay true to his kind and strong aura. I love that since good hearts and intentions stew in the body affecting the blood.

"How very civilized of you. I like it when my meals have a good heart. It makes them all the sweeter. " I said quietly.

"Why the hell do you keep referring to me as food? Am I going to die here?" Jonathan squeaked out.

Once again, I gripped his firm thighs while whispering into his ear.

"Because I'm going to eat you, and you'll love it." I had no time to enjoy him turning red from the neck up due to an ear-shattering scream he let out. As I jumped, he ducked under my right arm and managed to place himself back over by the desk. I don't feel like playing cat and mouse this morning, so now is an excellent time to test the blood.

"SIT ON THE BED," I ordered.

Jonathan only took two steps forward, and his legs began to falter. Damn it, I knew he was strong-willed, but I thought I accounted for this by giving him double the dose. I wonder whether Asa gave him the entire amount.

I'll have to ask him later. Then, digging into my deepest depths, I used duel tone to command him again.

" I SAID, SIT ON THE BED"

I was relieved to see that, without hesitation, he sat on the bed. Will I have to use dual-tone to control him every time, though? That's usually reserved for when you have to command your SEC to do something that endangers their own life and goes against instinct. But, life will not be easy for us if this is the tone I will have to use. I ran my cold finger down his cheek while observing him.

"That was interesting. I dislike interesting," I said softly c*****g my head to the side.

" Let me tell you a very short story. There once was a vampire that was hungry and bored. So he searched for a hot meal and happened across a most tantalizing scent. A bit disappointed that it was the aggressor and not the victim, he scooped him anyways. It turns out, though, this gangster has a silk fist and a soft heart."

I grinned a soft grin while tracing his neck with my finger.

"Wait, did you say vampire?" He questioned as it sunk in.

I chuckled and continued. "That soft-hearted gangster was shocked to find out that Vampires are as real as witches. His face twisted in a confused and surprised look as he found out we have an aversion to the sun, but certain witches sell anti-sun spells. Garlic has no effects on us, a simple wooden stake isn't going to cut it, and most of us get blood from the hospital." Jonathan seems to refuse to look me in the face, and we can't have that. So I gripped his chin and forced him to look at me.

" Not quite the look I imagined, but it'll do," I said softly, never losing my sly grin.

"So, how did you like my story?" I inquired, pulling his face just inches from mine.

"It was riveting," Jonathan responded flatly. That wasn't very interesting; let's see if I can get more of a rise out of him. Moving in closer to his ear, I whispered,

"You should treat me to a meal for telling such a riveting tale." Some of the hairs stood on the back of his neck, but he disappointingly didn't turn red. I could sense a plan forming in his mind, though.

"Sure. Where do you want to go eat?" Jonathan asked dryly.

Adorable, he still doesn't get it. My effort to control my laugh made it twisted, and I could see it put him on edge. With so many places on his body to eat from, I was glad to be able to provide a lot of choice options.

"I'll let you choose. Your options are here," I said, finally releasing Jonathan's chin and grazing his soft neck with the back of my hand. "Here," I continued sweeping my hand underneath his collar bone.

"This spot is lovely," I cooed, lifting his hands and scraping his inner wrist with my teeth. Jonathan's racing heartbeat betrayed the calm demeanor he was displaying. Oh, I'm going to have fun with him, I can already tell.

I haven't seen anything this adorable in ages.

"f**k off. You better look for a whole new restaurant." He spat at me. His anger was palpable, but little does he know resistance is futile. He is mine, which was decided the moment we left that rooftop. I wonder if I should say it aloud. But, on the other hand, I don't want this to be a cringe memory we look back on, so I better not.

"After all the work that I've put into you? I think not. Since you seem to be having a hard time, I'll choose for you." I said calmly and lifted his left wrist while never breaking eye contact. As my teeth sank into his supple flesh, I could hear his heart speed up. The sweet taste of him invaded my senses almost to the point of overloading. Feeding is already a sensual act, but I decided to turn it up a notch with soft, slow touches. Goosebumps lined the arm I was drinking from and caressing. As my nails traced his forearm, I could feel my passion swell. When was the last time I tasted blood so delicious? It's been a few centuries, at least. The hints of cinnamon, Coriander, and nutmeg were dancing around on my tongue, interlacing, creating an indescribable taste that I'm positive I could never tire of. It's been about 5 minutes since I've been drinking from him, but I made sure to keep it slow and shallow. No need to make him light-headed from blood loss. I'll supplement with enchanted fruits.

" Seems that is enough for today," I said, licking his wrist. I watched him marvel at the sight of his wounds closing up. "You rest and well talk more later. I have something special planned after lunch," I finished while patting him on the shoulder and leaving.