Part 2

Louis and Logan could not stop staring at each other. Their desires were raging within them, calling to them. Logan adjusted his weight in the huge red wing back chair, it groaned beneath his movement. He could taste Louis's rich, creamy blood sweat on his tongue. Logan snaked his tongue across his huge canines, causing the tongue piercing to wiggle deliciously. Slivers of excitement shot up and down his spine as he continued the gesture religiously. He closed his eyes as the tension from the excitement intensified, he could feel Louis's soft, pliable cock inside his mouth, hardening and lengthing as his passion increased.

"Have you heard a word I've said all evening, Logan?" Lestat's voice jolted Logan back to reality. He turned his attention to Lestat who now stared at him with irritation.

"To be perfectly honest, no. But if you attempt the conversation again, this time I promise to pay attention." Logan replied solemnly. He readied himself to be bored to tears as he resumed raping Louis with his stare. Louis gingerly smiled and eased down from his seat onto the downe blanket at the feet of Logan and Lestat and begin to play with Megale. He listened with silent curiosity to their conversation.

"What are you planning to do with your farm?" Lestat asked Logan.

"I plan to keep it. My people still live there and besides why should my property concern you?" Logan questioned Lestat with a frown.

"I have been thinking maybe we should combine some of our assets to ensure Megale's financial future, you know, put up a trust fund for him." Lestat replied as he watched Louis play with his son gently, the baby giggled.

"Megale has quite a few years before he is able to even drive a car Lestat. Slow down on all of your plans. Have you forgotten we are immortal and time is at our disposal?" Logan rebuked Lestat with a gentle laugh to lighten the conversation. Lestat sighed and settled deep within his chair, his brow drawn together in slight agitation, his violet eyes filled with impatience.

"We do not have time at our disposal. Maybe on our side but not at our disposal. Wonder if by some horrible scheme, Andre' resurfaces and reclaims you as his own. What then? Will you take my son with you? Will you even care?" Lestat asked heatedly, staring at Logan for an answer.

Logan stared straight ahead now, pondering Lestat's last statement. Wonder if Andre' really was not dead, wonder if he did devise a scheme to reclaim him, wonder if he did reappear? What would happen to Megale? To Lestat? What would happen to everything they strove so hard to accomplish? Logan turned his body to face Lestat's now. Yes, it was time to talk.

"What do you propose we do then, Vampire? What assets are you willing to put forth?" Logan inquired with growing interest.

"First we talk to our brokers and lawyers. Check to see how much you are worth on paper first, then check any stocks, bonds, business assets, maybe insurance policies, if you have any." Lestat replied.

"What would I want with an insurance policy?" Logan begin to laugh, the baby laughed gently at the sound of Logan's mirth. Logan leaned forward and pinched Megales tiny toes.

"What do you know of all this little one? Why are you laughing?" Logan crooned to the baby in baby talk.

Lestat's angelic face broke into a smile at the sight of Logan and his son interacting so positively. It warmed his heart to know Logan could cared so much for something which resembled him. The baby squealed and giggled playfully, happy that one of his parents acknowledged his existence. Logan slid down beside Louis and begin to play with Megale. He nibbled his tiny toes and fingers, bounced him up and down and played peek-a-boo with the baby as he and Lestat continued their discussion.

The discussion ended on a positive note and Lestat felt he had accomplished something productive from Logan. Lestat arose from his chair finally, stretched and motioned to leave as Logan called his name.

"Yes, Mighty one?" Lestat replied.

"Will you change Megale's diaper?" Logan thrust the baby boy to his father, pinching his nose with his free hand as Megale squealed mischeviously as he balanced in Logan's huge palm.

"Do I have a choice?" Lestat asked with a plea in his voice.

"NO! It is your turn to do this dastardly deed. I done it all last week, so this is your week, My friend. So here, take YOUR son!" Logan shouted to Lestat as they both broke into laughter. Lestat took Megale from Logan's palm and marched to the parlour to change his diaper. He cooed and clucked to the child as he made preparations for the nasty task at hand.

"Well, are you going to come to my loft or just lay there on that damn blanket?" Logan asked an astonished Louis.

"Lestat would kill us Logan. You promised him you would never touch anyone in our coven." Louis replied fearfully as he sat up on the blanket staring up into Logan's smoldering eyes.

"I promised not to touch "ANYONE", not you." Logan replied with a seductive grin. "Now, come here before I rape you here and now Sweet one."

Saying this Logan swept Louis up into his massive arms and hurriedly carried him up the stairs to his loft. Upon entering the loft, Logan laid Louis down at his feet and begin to undress, never taking his eyes off the green eyed beauty. He unzipped his jeans slowly, licking his lips as he watched the desire rise in Louis.

"You never could refuse me, could you?" Logan growled gently to Louis.

"No, I never could." Louis replied with a gasp as Logan stepped out of his jeans and removed his tee shirt, his hard cock pointing possessively towards Louis. Louis leaned forward and took Logan's member in his wet mouth. He closed his eyes as he savoured the sweet taste of his taunt cock. Logan thrust forward, deeper inside his succulent cavity, wanting to feel his tongue slid across the bulging artery beneath his swollen cock. Louis worked up saliva as he sucked and fisted Logan to ecstacy. He smoothed his saliva over the hard shaft with his finger as he sucked, then suddenly he sucked Logan's hot swollen cock down his throat, worked his throat muscles smoothly and skillfully until he heard Logan cry out and felt his body shutter as he ejaculated deep down his throat.

Logan withdrew his spent cock from Louis moist, red lips. He stared down into Louis's emerald green eyes, his powder white skin seemed to capture the pale moonlight causing his jet black mane of flowing hair to shimmer. His mind wandered back to the first night he made love to the beautiful creature kneeling before him. Logan smiled gently at Louis as he traced his jawline with his index finger. Louis returned the smile and tilted his head upward and closed his eyes as Logan encircled his huge hands around his slender throat and begin to squeeze.

Part 3

Logan released his grip on Louis' slender throat. He could never introduce such a innocent creature to the sufferings and humiliation he endured. Louis deserved much better than a common lascivious hoodlum like himself. He turned away from Louis and walked to the balcony.

"I think you should leave now before Lestat realizes we are together." Logan said reluctantly, his thoughts wandering to Megale.

"So you have finally reduced to using me too." Louis replied with a sadness in his voice. Logan felt tears stinging his eyes, he held them back and lowered his head, closing his eyes.

"I would never use you Louis. I love you too much to hurt you and all this would lead to is hurt for the both of us." Logan replied weakly. He felt defeated.

"I guess you planned all of this from the time we met that awful night. You used me to get to Lestat, didn't you?" Louis' voice became sharp and accusing. He continued to speak.

"You of all people, Logan. I love you! And you do this dreadful thing against me. You even took back the gift you gave me, sucked it right out of my soul after we helped you defeat Andre'. I enjoyed the sun on my skin, the dew on my face that morning we made love, the sun's early morning rays kissed our bodies and souls that morning or have you forgotten that too!!!"
Louis shouted.

"Be silent Beautiful one! Do you want to chance HIM hearing us? Have you gone insane!!" Logan replied to Louis as he turned to face him. Logan reached down and begin to pull on his jeans quickly. He could hear Lestat's footsteps and Megale's little voice, gurgling away. "Do not make trouble for us Louis, please." Logan pleaded as he pulled his sandy curls back in a ponytail with a silver clamp. "Please."

Louis stood before Logan with his arms fold aggressively across his chest. His green eyes flashing hotly. He felt a jealously growing within his heart. "They will not root me out." Louis thought silently as he whirled to face Lestat as he opened the door. Lestat stopped mid stride as he glanced from Louis to Logan suspiciously. Megale raised his tiny eyebrow in curiosity, his bow shaped lips drawn tightly together. The two stared at the scenario, father and son, identical in countenance as well as temperment. Both pairs of violet eyes focused accusingly on the guilty pair before them. Megale stared long and hard at Logan, his little fingers twining in and out of his fathers golden locks.

"Stop looking at me with that tone of voice, pup!" Logan ranted at the baby. Megale smiled and pressed against Lestat's cheek and gave him a kiss.

"Don't you ever shout at my son that way!!" Lestat replied to Logan angrily. "Besides, what the hell are you two doing in here alone? I thought I made myself perfectly clear concerning the relationship this arrangement would have."

"We were discussing how to redecorate his room Lestat, that's all. He just asked my opinion." Louis replied flatly.

Lestat tried to read Logan's mind quickly before he masked his thoughts but he was just seconds to late. Louis tickled Megale as he passed Lestat and went out the door, slamming it loudly. "This isn't over Logan." Louis thought vengefully as he swaggered downstairs to the kitchen.

"You better get him off your mind Logan. Stay clear of Louis, you hear me?" Lestat ranted barely above a whisper as he laid Megale down on the feather bedding gently.

"Don't come up here playing husband with me Vampire. You know I belong to you as much as I belong to Armand. I am a free man and I can do whatever I want." Logan replied with a self centered snort as he lay down beside Megale.

"Yeah, play it off. Something happened between you two up here but I can't prove it. But if I ever catch you, GOD LOGAN I SWEAR!!!!!" Lestat flew into a rage, the balcony windows exploded with such force that it tore the entire frame out the wall and went sailing into the darkness beyond. Logan was instantly on his feet, dashing for the door, Megale screamed and begin to wail fearfully as he clung to Logan.

Logan ran down the stairs with his tearful son, he did not desire Lestat to hurt Megale in a rage. Confusion set in on Logan, where could he go, who could he go to for protection from Lestat? He felt lost, destitute. What in the hell had he gotten himself into!!!!!

Lestat bolted down the stairs, eyes wide with fear. He didn't mean to scare his son, no not Megale!! Megale was the last person he ever wanted to view him as a monster.

"Logan!!! Logan!!! Where are y-". Lestat stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. Logan had went to the kitchen and found a meat cleaver. He held it between him and Lestat, his eyes emotionless, cold as steel.

"Come one more step and I will cut your GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!!!!!" Logan screamed. "I swear I will Lestat!!!

"Logan calm down, just calm down. You're frightening the baby. You don't want to scare OUR son do you?" Lestat spoke softly, not moving a muscle in fear Logan would attack. Megale held on to Logan's chest as he crushed him to his heart. Blood tears coated Logan's full cheeks as he stood his ground. "Move out of my way, Vampire and let me go home." Logan said through sobs.

"You are at home, Mighty One." Lestat cooed gently as he stepped forward a pace. Lestat focused his preternatural voice to Marius once again.

"Marius, I need you. Logan is trying to leave with my son and he has a meat cleaver."

Marius arose from his desk beside Ashante'.

"What has happened now?" Ashante' questioned with a worried frown, rising with Marius, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on as they both strolled for the door.

"Logan feels threatened for some reason. We must hurry." Marius replied as he took to the night sky. Ashante' flew silently behind him hoping that Logan did not act before they arrived.

Part 4

Megale's small whimpers drifted to Lestat, tearing his soul apart. He stared into Logan's eyes, they were filled with tears which spilled over continually onto his cheeks. Lestat felt ashamed for causing such pain for Logan. After all, he initiated the arrangements for Logan to live with them, promising him peace and freedom. Lestat reached for the cleaver slowly, hoping Logan would take into account Megale's safety.

"Please Logan, hand me the cleaver. You don't want to do this. Not in the presence of our son." Lestat reasoned.

"Just move out of my way!!!!" Logan replied as he watched Lestat's stealth movements toward him.

"Don't make me hurt you Lestat. I swear I will hack you to fuckin' pieces!!!" Logan said as he stepped back a pace and raised the meat cleaver slightly. Megale begin to sob loudly repeating the word "MINA" as he stroked Logan's chest and face trying to turn his attention to him. Logan glanced down at the baby and dropped the cleaver to the floor as he hugged his son to him with both arms. His heart seemed as if it would burst from the love and adoration he felt for his little angel. Turning his back to Lestat, he begin to sing to the frightened baby in Romanian softly, weeping as he rocked him back and forth, caressing the small of his tiny back as he smoothed his silken curls.

Lestat kneeled down and picked up the cleaver and breathed a sigh of relief. Logan inched his way upstairs now, rocking and singing to his son, never once did he glance back to Lestat nor spoke one word. Lestat heard the door to his loft open and close gently. Louis came from the kitchen, his eyes fixed on Lestat with inner mirth, he begin to speak.

"I guess he is not going to take your shit lying down as a lamb for the slaughter." Louis crooned with a deep malicious smile, he slipped the cleaver from Lestat's grasp. With a quick flick of his wrist, he hurled the cleaver with blinding accuracy into the kitchen into the butchers block on the countertop. Lestat felt a creeping knowledge of not knowing Louis as well as he thought.

"You were in the kitchen when he came downstairs, weren't you?" Lestat asked Louis.

"Yes." Louis replied stiffly, folding his arms across his chest once again as he shifted his weight to his left leg.

"Why didn't you try and stop him? You saw he carried my son in his arms, why didn't you say something to disencourage his actions?" Lestat frowned deeply as he visualized the true depth of Louis' depravity.

"Because he needed to defend himself and his child from any pending harm. Being that harm is from YOU or some outside force." Louis replied solemnly, shifting his weight again.

"Would you have let him hurt me? Is that what you are implying?" Lestat felt his anger cresting quickly.

"I would have stopped him from wacking you a good one, but you must understand Logan is a far cry from me Lestat. He is self sufficient and brazen. He will never submit to you or your wishes." Louis replied.

Lestat stared into Louis' green eyes briefly, they were flickering brightly tonight, a sure sign Louis was filled with defiance.
Lestat pondered Louis' words as he headed upstairs to offer Logan his bedroom until the balcony was remodeled. He rapped gingerly on the door and heard a soft whisper of "You may enter." Lestat turned the knob and stepped in the room. Logan had undressed and lay naked on the feather bedding curled around a naked Megale. The baby stared trance like into Logan's eyes as he caressed baby lotion into his delicate skin. Megale cooed softly and shivered, he kicked frantically several times, then giggled.

The room seemed rather chilly to Lestat, who was just about to mention it concerning the baby's health when he heard a soft russling and cracking towards the destroyed balcony. He made his way across all the pillows and mesh to behold four little men, dressed in what appeared to be coveralls, levitating in mid air, repairing the shattered balcony. Each little man seemed to have his individual task to complete, their little pixy faces were stern and silent as they worked, hammering silently, painting, and replacing the window panes and boards. Within seconds the balcony seemed to appear from nowhere completed and restored. The long silken curtains danced with the touch of the night wind as each little man hurriedly approached Logan. Logan stopped his ministrations to his son and placed a silver coin in each little man's small palm, after receiving their wages, each one gleefully skipped to the new balcony and jumped into the air, sailing downward into the night, vanishing from sight.

"Who in the hell were they? What in the hell were they?" Lestat asked in amazement as he stared down into the darkness from the balcony, searching the night for any sign of their existence.

"Little Helps." Logan replied now returning to his caresses to his son. The baby cooed and chuckled softly, holding a conversation with Logan in baby talk.

"Little helps from where and from whom? Where they one of your little spells or enchantments?" Lestat asked Logan as he stood over him and Megale now, he desired Logan to stop using his powers for such small things and just let things be done naturally in their proper order.

"Maybe sometime you need to TALK to your son, Lestat. There are many things he could show you and reveal to you." Logan replied as he playfully sucked on Megales tiny toes and fingers, the baby squealed with pleasure and closed his little eyes and relaxed into the pleasant sensation of his parent's tongue.

"What do you mean? I talk to my son." Lestat replied settling down beside his son and Logan. His eyes caressed Logan's naked skin as he watched his muscles ripple beneath.

"Why don't you read to our son tonight. Let him hear your voice calm and soothing. He loves reading and singing Lestat. Here, read him this. It is his favorite book." Logan placed a small book in Lestat's hand, the cover was very colourful. Pink, blue yellow, and green bunnies danced in a meadow with very green grass, purple crickets played violins, a cigar smoking frog and a fancy dressed otter were laughing together, the sun smiled gently down upon a small cottage under an apple tree and........ Lestat's eyes stretched, he traced a finger over four little dancing elves dressed in pink, blue, yellow and green coveralls. He read the title of the little book aloud, astonishment laced his deep voice "Little Helps" the Carpenter Elves of Dozzer. Lestat held the little book tight as he stared into his son's big, beautiful violet eyes. The baby stared back, smiling with a strange, almost adult understanding of his surroundings. Then softly Lestat's mind opened and he heard for the first time since his birth, his son's tiny preternatural voice. Lestat smiled as he begin to weep, he reached for Logan's hand, entwined their fingers and kissed the back of his smooth bronze hand. Leaning close to Logan allowing their bodies to touch, Lestat reached over him and begin to caress Megale's cheeks.

Then suddenly Lestat leaned forward and kissed Logan upon the lips for the first time, Logan responsed eagerly instantly, pressing his naked chest against Lestat's chest. Reluctantly they both relinquished the others tongue after a few minutes, breathing heavy and caressing each others face and hair, blood tears stained both immortals cheeks as they hugged each other and wept aloud together.

Part 5

Marius and Ashante' landed loudly on the balcony, startling Lestat and Logan, causing them to pull away from each other reluctantly.

"Well, well, well. I guess all is well in the Lioncourt home after all." Marius said amused at the scenario.

"We sort of handled things on our own after all Marius." Lestat replied sheepishly. Logan narrowed his eyes and stared at Lestat.

"You called Marius. Why?" Logan questioned.

"I thought I would need reinforcements to help disarm you." Lestat replied.

"And?" Logan inquired sternly. Folding his arms across his chest.

""Logan, you had our son banishing a cleaver, for God's sake!" Lestat went on, now laughing to lighten the conversation.

"AND!" Logan spat out, raising up on his knees over Lestat, pulling the sheeting over his nakedness aggressively.

"AND, AND, AHHHH, FUCK! YOU THREATENED TO LEAVE ME, AND I SWEAR YOU WILL NOT GO ANY GODDAMN WHERE!!!!!" Lestat screamed as he raised up on his knees also, staring Logan square in his smoldering eyes. Logan smiled gently as he settled back down beside Megale now.

"Don't shout in here, my son is sleeping." Logan said softly, smiling mysteriously to himself as he diapered his naked baby. Megale whined and growled softly at the touch of Logan's hands, he opened his tiny violet eyes, instantly he frowned deeply.

Lestat arose from the bedding and motioned for Marius and Ashante' to follow him down stairs. Lestat glanced over his shoulder before he closed the door, Logan glanced up from his preparations for sleep. Lestat winked at him with a slight smile, Logan returned the gesture and returned to his preparations. As Lestat made his way downstairs, he knew tonight he would NOT sleep alone.

"What was that all about?" Marius questioned Lestat.

"What was what all about?" Lestat replied as he sat down in his favorite chair and crossed his long legs.

"You two were hugging and touching. Did you not make an agreement with Logan there would be no physical contact between you and him." Marius said sternly.

"Yes, I did. And your point is?" Lestat felt his temper rising. He would not be questioned of his own affairs in his own home, not by Louis, not by Armand , not by Marius or anyone!

"Do you intent to keep this agreement or will you let Logan weasel his way into your life for all eternity?" Marius questioned.

"Marius, how can you expect me or anyone for that matter, to live, sleep, and eat in the same house every waking day or night of our lives with another person and not interact somehow.?" Lestat replied with conviction. His gaze traveled up the stairs involuntarily, Logan's soft voice drifted to him as he sang to Megale. It was bewitching, the voice of a Warlock. Clear and mesmerizing. Lestat felt himself rising from his chair, he felt drowsy, sleepy. He glanced at the clock, it wasn't even midnight yet!

Marius gripped Lestat by his arm, halting his trancelike journey.

"Can't you see Lestat why his stay here will come to no good? He is a magnet of seduction, he breathes it, lives it, smells of it. When he becomes comfortable in a place, unknowingly to himself he casts a spell of peace and ownership. And above all else, he may become pregnant again. and we DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN!" Marius lost his reserve, Ashante' moved close to him and placed a comforting hand upon Marius's shoulder.

"Calm down, Marius. Please." Ashante's calm voice was a balm to Marius's tormented soul. Logan's presence made Marius uneasy. Upstairs lay the most notorious villian ever known to a vampire and his small, telepathic son, half werewolf, half vampire and all Warlock.

Marius released Lestat's arm and sat down on the sofa. He motioned for Lestat to take his seat again. Lestat sat down reluctantly.

"You have a beautiful son Lestat but we do not know what the child will be capable of as an adult. His powers will surely surpass ours and Logan's. We do not even know which DNA strand will overpower the other. Lestat, please hear me and obey me on this. Do not allow Logan to become pregnant again. We, as vampires are courting disaster housing this renegade Warlock under our roof. He is under judgement by the Ancient Council for Mutiny." Marius confessed, sadness overshadowed his handsome face as he stared at Lestat.

"What!!! That cannot be! He has done nothing wrong. How could he be wrong for protecting his freedom and his unborn child from a demented sorcerer!" Lestat replied dumbfounded. Louis eased silently into the dim doorway of the downstairs study, his heart pounding furiously at what he overheard.

"Logan was created for Andre', Lestat and Andre' only. By the laws of Hell, he gave his soul and body over for power and Supreme leadership. When he allowed Andre' to cast spell upon spell over his consciousness, each time a part of him was relinquished to ownership by the Supreme Minion Of Hell. Andre' knew this and kept it a secret from Logan until near the last ritual which would have consummed Logan's consciuousness and being for all eternity. He was forced to drink the blood and eat the flesh of our kind to enpower him with the abilities of flight, telepathic linking, superior strength and agility. Logan was created for war and love. Andre' trained him in all S&M pleasures,he is a master in the bedroom as well as a slave." Marius arose from the sofa and walked to the window, staring out into the night as he continued his incredible story.

"They, the Council, seek to either return him to Andre' or destroy him. But now, they know of Megale. They know of his mixed blood and it infuriates them to know Logan defied their orders and above all else, he broke his own code of ORDER. The one code of ORDER which has sealed his fate and unfortunately, it has sealed Megale's also. Logan declared that no one of his Order in the Dark Reicht would render alliance or allegiance to another predator of the night or day, and that if anyone of his Order be found guilty of this act, their punishment would be......DEATH." Marius placed the palm of his left hand upon the cold window pane, he could not bring himself to look upon Lestat.

"You are lying!! No! This is some falsehood you created to make me send Logan away. You don't like him, so you must lie to have your way. Well, I don't believe you Marius!! I DON"T
FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!!!!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK. HE KEPT HIS PROMISE TO US BY GIVING US BACK THE ONES WE HELD DEAR AND YOU REPAY HIM WITH LIES AND DECEIT.!!! GET OUT!!! LEAVE ME AND MY FAMILY BEFORE I KILL YOU OLD MAN!!!" Lestat arose from the chair now, his violet eyes blazing with hatred and anger. "LOGAN HAS GIVEN ME THE ONE THING IN MY LIFE AS AN IMMORTAL I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HAVE AND THAT IS A SON, A HEIR TO MY LEGACY. I CAN WALK INTO THE SUN TOMORROW WITH NO REGRET AND DIE A HAPPY VAMPIRE KNOWING THERE WILL BE PART OF ME TO CARRY ON MY FAMILIES NAME, MY FAMILIES FALLEN HONOR CAN NOW BE RESTORED THROUGH THIS HALF BREED AS YOU CALL HIM! I WON'T LET THEM KILL HIM NOR WILL I LET ANDRE' RECLAIM HIM AND NOR WILL I ALLOW YOU TO DISRESPECT HIM AND MY SON!!!" Lestat was upon Marius in a flash, his sharp fangs tore into Marius's throat, sinking into the jugular effortlessly. Blood gushed from the bite, splashing against the walls and carpet. Louis screamed and ran to Marius's aid. Ashante' and Louis hammered and beat upon Lestat but could not break his hold. Marius felt himself weakening, falling into an abyss, an endless darkness. as he spiraled downward he heard Logan's voice drift to him. "It does not have to end this way, old friend. We have no quarrel." Then peels of laughter could be heard floating around him, the laughter of Logan, the laughter of a Warlock.

Part 6

Lestat drew his fangs from Marius' wounded throat. He stared dumbfound about himself. "My God!! What have I done!!!" Lestat thought to himself as he lowered Marius down to the carpet and begin to search his body for any sign of life. The wounds in his neck were huge and still gushing blood but Lestat could see the rapid healing process of the Roman Vampire. Marius coughed and gagged dryly. Lestat arose and steadied himself. Ashante' and Louis instantly sank to Marius' side as Lestat moved away, staggering as if he were drunk.

Logan came down the stairs tighting a linen robe about himself. The noise had aroused him from his slumber. He gasped in horror as he saw all the blood on the floor and walls. Thinking something had happened to Lestat he instantly grew afraid.

"Lestat!! Lestat!!!" Logan shouted as he rushed into the living room, preparing to fight when his eyes caught sight of a fallen Marius. He grimaced as he saw the huge gaping wounds on the Romans throat. He instantly touched his own throat and pondered.

"MY GOD!!!What happened to him?" Logan asked Ashante' as he lowered down beside him to help Marius to his feet. Blood gushed onto Logan's hands , he winced and drew away.

"Lestat attacked him and nearly killed him Logan." Ashante' ranted, his deep green eyes filled with blood tears as he settled Marius onto the sofa. Logan invaded Ashante's jumbled thoughts and discovered all he needed to know. He stared at Marius with cold disdain. Why had he ventured to tell Lestat all those things, why could he not leave well enough alone? Did he not know how much Lestat had come to love him, even after all he done concerning Louis, some how , some way, Lestat had grown to love him. Logan knew Megale was reason enough for Lestat to feel he had to have him around to take care of his son. It was only natural.

"Where is Lestat now? Is he okay?" Logan questioned Ashante' as he glanced about the room for the blonde Vampire.

"I don't know where he went and I don't give a damn!! Look at what he done to Marius because of YOU!!!! YOU, who invaded his life, stole his lover and now you seek to possess him also. And of all things you gave me BACK to the life of darkness!! I trusted you, I fought for you, I BELIEVED IN YOU LOGAN!!!" Ashante' arose from beside the sofa and slapped Logan hard across the cheek and as if once was not enough, he slapped him again. Logan bore the blows silently, his smoldering brown eyes emotionless. Then a small smile begin to creep across his full burgundy lips, then suddenly he slapped Ashante' three quick times across his face. The third slap sent him sailing into the far blood covered wall.

"FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE HYPOCRITE!!! YOU WOULD FUCK ME RIGHT NOW IF I ASKED YOU TOO. STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH YOURSELF, WITH MARIUS! YOU DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS FOR HIM AND YOU KNOW THIS!" Logan seethed as he advanced towards Ashante'. "Keep acting this way with me and I will sneak and kill you while you sleep. Do not forget who I AM, Sweet one."

"None of us will forget who you are. Why don't you leave us Logan?" Louis' voice sliced through the living room calm and soft. His eyes betraying his true emotions.

"You want me to leave too? What have I done to any of you to seek my destruction? Did I not return you safely to your rightful lovers? Have I interfered with your lives since I have been here?" Logan asked gently as he stared from Ashante' to Louis, bewilderment settled across his dark handsome face.

"You have interfered with me quite a few times Logan and you know this." Louis replied with a hint of guilt lacing his voice.

"You not being with Lestat is of your own choosing, Beautiful One. Your love for me has stifled the love you felt for Lestat and I have told you countless times that you should mend this rift between you and him. And I shall say this without shame or regret, if you come to me for sex I shall do my damnest to fullfill your desires, I will not turn you away. And to set the record straight this night, I would not turn Lestat away if he came to me. I, as the Roman said was made for love, it is my purpose and reason for being who I am and I am not ashamed." Logan confessed solemnly as his gaze wandered from both Vampires to a slightly recovered Marius. Marius sat up on the sofa now, he coughed and touched the nearly healed wound. He begin to speak.

"Why did you keep the truth from Lestat, Logan? Why have you endangered our coven this way? Is it too much to ask for you to once have mercy and just leave in peace? Why do you torment our kind so?" Marius spoke now gently and sorrowful. "Take your son and leave us, leave Lestat. You could never show no greater love than to just leave him in peace."

"You must be insane, Old Man. Why should I leave a creature who loves me unconditionally. He forgave me for all my wickedness, why can't you? Do I make you nervous Marius? Do you have something YOU wish to tell?" Upon saying this Logan begin to laugh mirthfully and wagged a finger at Marius and winked.

"ENOUGH OF THIS FOOLISH PRATTLE!!!!" Lestat shouted as he walked from the bay window from the patio. "ALL of you sound like a GODDAMN SOAP OPERA!!Enough of this SHIT!! MON DIEU!!! Marius, if you have healed, my apologizes, now take Ashante' and get the Hell out of my HOUSE!! And as for you Louis, we need to talk and I mean soon with a quickness!!! And YOU-!!" Lestat stared into Logan's eyes as he walked over to him. Logan braced himself for the confrontation. Lestat reached out swiftly for Logan and grabbed him by the nape of his neck and drew him to his hungry lips, he kissed Logan longingly and with a savage hunger. Louis growled hatefully as his green eyes bit into Lestat and Logan, Ashante's mouth dropped open and he begin to weep silently , Marius watched with calm disapproval as Lestat guided Logan up the stairs never breaking the kiss, half way up the stairs Lestat broke the kiss and lifted Logan up and carried him quickly to the loft. Marius heard the soft click of the door closing, he sighed and turned to Louis. Louis stared with an animal's intensity up the stairs, jealousy raged within him, he glanced at Marius and walked for the front door and opened it.

"Please leave now Marius. If anything should happen I will let you know." Louis' eyes were pinnacles of repressed lust and anger. Marius knew deep within his heart things were becoming dangerous as he took to the night sky with Ashante' in tow. Louis was not to be toyed with concerning any issue that may arise which concerned his emotions. Marius glanced back to Ashante'.

"Do you regret coming back to me, fore if you do, I can set you free to pursue once again your own will and way." Marius asked Ashante' sullenly. Ashante' pondered Marius' proposal silently as they flew higher, Logan's words beat at this heart as the wind carried his tears away.

Louis eased up stairs and pressed against the loft door, his breathe coming in small, ragged gasps as he fumed silently. He could hear the russle of the sheets and soft words of love being spoken barely above a whisper. It did not matter to Louis who spoke them, only the fact that they were being spoken. He clenched his teeth, his fangs bared venomously as he ran his hands down the door stealthly, imagining Logan's flesh beneath his jealous touch. Louis knew Lestat would leave Logan alone eventually during the remainder of the night to go flandering about the town or to just be alone. And then he would sneak into Logan's room and make a few memories of his own. After all, slaves were once his way of life and it would feel good to play the MASTER once again after so many years.

Part 7

Lestat and Logan lay still beneath the soft, cottony sheets, holding their breathe. Logan could not hold back a stiffled giggle.

"Shush! He will find us." Lestat whispered.

Megale raised his tiny head, eyes wide with wonder as he listened for the sound of his parents. He cooed softly and leaned his face forward on his small clenched fists and rubbed his eyes aggressively. Where were they? He wondered silently. He squirmed and yawned, his violet eyes flashing in the dimly lit room. Slowly he lowered his head back down upon the feather bedding, stretching his full length he kicked over upon his back, his small fists clenched as he seemed to fight with the air around him, frowning deeply. Then suddenly he broke into a wail, loud and angry, kicking frantically. Logan felt compelled to go to his son and comfort him but as he motioned to reveal his whereabouts Lestat caught his wrist to stop him.

"Let him cry sometimes, it will not kill him. Just relax and watch him. If he seems to be overstressed then go to him." Lestat said softly as he brushed Logan's bang from his worried eyes.

"But he is so helpless and tiny. We should not do him this way Lestat. Why cause him to be afraid?" Logan replied even more urgent to go to his crying baby.

"Look at him Logan, do you see anything that resembles fear on that boy! He is mad as hell because YOU are not there to cater to his little whims. You have spoiled him and he will always expect you to come when he cries. He has trained you well, I see." Lestat said his voice laced with mirth. He could barely stop a laughing fit as he stared into Logan's hurt puppy dog eyes. "I did not mean it in reference to you being a werewolf, Mighty One. No pun was intended."

Megale sniffed and rubbed across his teary eyes sluggishly. He raised his little chin suddenly as if to sniff the air. A small giggle escaped his little pouty lips as he begin to kick and squirm frantically, his little tongue pressed against his little lips in a suckling motion as his small hands grasped his tiny feet. Once again he raised his chin, this time he squealed with unsurpressed delight as he released his feet and pounded the air frantically with his tiny fists. His actions growing more and more frantic. Lestat frowned and glanced to Logan who seemed to know what his son was doing by his slight knowing smile.

"What is he doing Logan?" Lestat asked with genuine curiosity. Before Logan could speak Lestat caught the faint scent of honey drifting from Logan. "It is his feeding time, isn't it?" Lestat asked with a tender smile.

"Yes, it is." Logan replied as he dabbed his wet nipples gently with the sheet. "He can smell the milk. Lestat, when he cries, well...it sort of...." Lestat sat up and threw the sheet back, he could see Logan's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, I didn't realize.....well you should have spoke up!" Lestat blurted out, now feeling ashamed.

Logan smiled and hurried over to Megale, taking a baby wipe from it's container, he sanitized his nipples gently. Lestat crawled over and sat down beside him with a damp cloth and wiped across his nipples softly. "Just making sure, you never can be too cautious." Lestat said barely above a whisper.

Logan positioned the hungry baby to his erect nipple and immediately without hesitation the child begin to suckle. Lestat watched in silent admiration and wonder as Logan's eyes clouded over with love and devotion to Megale. He begin to speak in Romanian to the baby, a routine Lestat noticed which always happened during feeding time. The tiny boy pressed his face forward, sucking harder, defiantly as Logan tried to pull him away to watch him suckle. A soft whimper escaped Logan's lips as the baby's soft, small lips tightened around his sensitive nipple, he flushed instantly.

"He surely is a son of mine." Lestat said, smiling proudly with a mischievious smile playing across his lips. "He already knows how to please the one he loves."

Logan glared at Lestat with surprise but said nothing. It was the truth.

Part 8

Lestat eased the loft door shut. Megale and Logan had finally fallen a sleep. DAMN!!! Lestat would have never known Logan could talk so much if Megale had not been born. The young Titan could talk non stop at times. Flashing his school boy charming smile, licking across his lush lips, brushing his bang from his eyes seductively, pinching his ample cock through his pants when aroused, then falling into a dark, mysterious sexually captivating mood when in deep serious thought. Lestat had to give the boy respect where due. Logan was a walking keg of pure sexual dynamite with a short fuse and Lestat ached in every part of his being to be the one to light that fuse. But through respect and love for his son , he fought back the overpowering urge to "physically" become acquainted with Logan ever passing second since he moved in to Rue Royale.

Lestat flung open his door to his bedroom and slammed the door loudly. He felt cheated and alone. Why did he torture himself this way. Logan would more than willingly give himself up if he would just ask. Tonight was proof enough when he and Logan kissed; Logan had not refused his advances but pressed eagerly into his possessive touch. Undressing, Lestat walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. No time for a long, soothing bath tonight. He had things to check on, one place being Logan's farm. Lestat decided he would pay the other "Clan" members a visit to see where their loyalty lay. Something in the back of his mind troubled him concerning the silent group of werepeople. Logan was now in a very dangerous position concerning the judgement of that damn Ancient Council Marius spoke of. Yes, tonight he would find out all he desired to know of the
Ancient Council then decide what to do from there.

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Saturday Night 11:43p.m.

Louis listened keenly as Lestat dressed and hurried out the door, taking flight instantly upon opening the door. Louis placed "The Tale of Two Cities" down on the night stand, marking his place mindfully with a burgundy tapestry bookmarker. His heart begin to pound in his chest as he slowly and carefully walked up the stairs. His thoughts played over and over again all he would do to Logan before Lestat returned. Yes, Logan would be a trembling, quivering mass of flesh in his hands tonight. He would fully understand what Marius meant by Logan being "Made for love" before the break of dawn. He purposely refused to feed, desiring his blood lust to crest as he devoured Logan whole. Louis wanted his young friend to fully understand being possessed and loved to the point of surrender. The Creole heritage and blood raged through Louis' flesh tonight, sending him into a blinding rage of jealousy and sexual frustration. He stroked his bulging cock as he neared the loft door. "Nothing could be sweeter than stealing love" Louis thought heatedly to himself. He recalled how he would deflower his maidservants one by one, their round chocolate mounds raised high, submitting to his soft but firm probes and caresses as he thrusted deep and long into their tight, hot pink snatches. Their firm thighs tightening as he split their pink pussies until his heart seemed it would stop from the pleasure. Yes, he missed being Master, he missed the obedience, he missed the fiery ones who would put up a fight as he slapped their black cheeks left and right to subdue them, then he would take a whip and lash the bitches until they wept and begged for mercy.

Tonight, Logan would become one of those faceless black bitches. Tonight, he would render pain and pleasure were desired and needed. If Logan possessed the skills as a Master of S&M then tonight he would have a chance to use them. Louis' flesh throbbed deliciously as he stroked and pressed his heated cock through his tight jeans. He turned the knob and was relieved the door was unlocked. He eased inside the loft, his vampire eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room quickly. He could here the baby's soft breathing as he slept. Now, if only he could ensure that the baby would not awake or hear them. Stealthy, he slipped his smooth hands beneath the child and lifted him up gently, craddling him to his chest, he walked him to his own bedroom and laid him down amongst the covers.

"Sleep tight little one." Louis whispered to the sleeping child as he kissed him on the cheek and switched out the lamp.

Returning to the loft, Louis instantly undressed and quietly walked and stood over Logan as he slept. Logan seemed no more than a child . His soft lips, long lashes, high cheekbones, and those feline shaped eyes all fused Louis' desires even more. He reached down and eased the sheets back from Logan's chest, straddling his chest, Louis backhand slapped Logan's face left then right, startling the young Titan awake. Logan gripped Louis' neck quick as lightning , his canines bared, his eyes flashing red as coals of fire, growls vibrated from his massive chest. Louis gripped Logan's neck and pressed inward, breaking his flow of air. Logan gagged and coughed releasing Louis' neck briefly, giving him just enough time to take the advantage.

Louis slipped handcuffs onto both of Logan's wrist quickly. Connecting them to the steel railing used to hold the mesh netting over his feather bed. Logan squirmed and focused his fuzzy sight on Louis.

"LOUIS?" Logan said with genuine surprise lacing his voice. He looked upward to the cuffs and then back to Louis confused. He opened his mouth to speak but did not.

Louis slithered up to Logan and begin to kiss him harshly, biting his bottom lip.

"OUCH!!" Logan screamed out and licked his lip as Louis drew away. "What the fuck are you doing?!!" Logan asked Louis now angry from the bite he received.

"Giving you what you want." Louis replied with a malicious smile. "And in return you will give me what I want." Louis begin to kiss Logan down his chest, licking, nipping, pinching his nipples as he inserted a finger up his tight nether orifice and slowly begin to thrust it in and out as he slipped his hot, wanton mouth around Logan's now hard shaft. Logan gasped and moaned deeply as he undulated in rhythm with the thrust of Louis' finger. Louis inserted two more of his fingers within Logan's tight orifice. "Sweet. So Sweet." Louis chimed seductively as he sucked Logan's cock down his hungry, hot throat.

Part 9

"Why are you doing this?" Logan asked between a heated gasp and moan.

"Because you have invaded my life and torn it apart with your sensuality and secrecy. And above all things, you have taken my one true love from me." Louis explained as he inserted his quivering tongue between Logan's wet mounds, teasingly flicking his tongue tip across his hot orifice.

Logan pulled gently on his restraints, feeling them out for a weak spot. The steel railing groaned under his strength. Louis stabbed his tongue deep inside Logan as he nipped the tender flesh upon his round ass cheeks. Logan felt his legs weaken under Louis' sensual onslaught. Then with the intensity of an animal, Louis bit hard into Logan's tender flesh, drawing blood. Logan surpressed a scream of pain and relaxed into the residual dull throb, he felt his cock grow hard instantly.

"Don't do this, please....stop." Logan pleaded with Louis, his flesh now awakened by the pain, his muscled quivered and undulated, contracting and releasing as if they had a life of their own. Louis smiled softly as he caressed up Logan's massively muscled body to his cuffed wrists, licking and sucking his flesh as he went, stopping only to tease the middle of Logan's back with nips of his fang teeth and a thin slice of his glistening nail. A thin line of blood seeped forth onto Louis' waiting tongue from the cut, he moaned languishly as he tortured his own blood lust to near madness.

"I want you to try and stop me Logan." Louis chimed barely above a whisper in Logan's ear as he sucked and licked the lobe, all the while, grinding his bulging, cum dripping cock against Logan's huge, well rounded mounds. Louis could feel Logan's heart hammering through his back. He encircled his captured prey with one arm as he separated his mounds with the other, inserting his prick between them, teasingly pressing it in slightly and then drawing it away as he closed his eyes and felt drunk upon Logan's heated cries and whimpers.

"STOP ME!!!" Louis shouted in Logan's ear as he slapped him hard across his ass and jerked him back against his swollen cock and begin to grind harded. Louis felt himself near orgasm and hurriedly grasped his cock just seconds before he came and pressed it between Logan's moist mounds, exploding with a muffled cry as he bit down hard into Logan's shoulder and begin to caress his cum up Logan's soft crevice and nether orifice.

Logan now had begin to respond to Louis' agression and dominance. He clenched his teeth as he flexed his muscled ass cheeks open to receive Louis's ample, cum covered cock. He slammed back against Louis, engulfing his swollen rod completely. Louis screamed with lust as he felt Logan tightening his orifice inch by tantalizing inch. Thrusting forward inside Logan, Louis screamed again as he felt Logan release his hot prick, allowing him to slam hard and deep inside him. The sensation of his balls pounding against Logan's tight muscled mounds drove Louis into a frenzy. His thrusts became hard and quick, Louis gripped Logan's wrist for leverage as he pounded mercilessly inside him. The blood sweat dripped from their heated, immortal bodies as a soft drizzle of rain in the month of April.

Logan leaned slightly forward, wanting to feel Louis' cum spurting cock press against that one spot, YES! that one little spot which sent rivers and torrids of pleasure throughout his tortured body. Louis leaned with Logan, not wanting any separation from the hard body against him, he needed to feel the sweat, the heat, the muscles, the pleasure. Then suddenly, the steel railing broke from Logan's movements. The mesh curtain cascaded around both men, Louis begin to tear the mesh away with his sharp nails, his focus on Logan's hot, willing flesh. He growled and hissed at the thought of his prey escaping his lustfull clutches. Tossing the shredded curtain aside, Louis raised up on his knees face to face with Logan. Logan dangled the cuffs before his eyes then tossed them across the room, they hit the far wall with a soft tinkle.

"I am afraid the tables are about to turn for the worse or unless you WANT to continue this lascivicious behaviour." Logan said softly, his eyes flashing gold as he licked his lips. "I have never had anyone to ask me to...Stop them."
Logan chuckled wickedly and laid down on his back and begin to caress his thighs and stroke his expanding cock before Louis. Louis joined him with a gentle stroke of his pubic hair. It was soft, curly and moist from their earlier passion. Logan gave himself over to Louis' pressing, prying, probing and stabbings. He wanted to be taken, to be ravished, his love stolen, taken and degraded.

Logan's thoughts wandered to Lestat as Louis penetrated him again. He raised his muscled mounds high to Louis' hot, ravenous cock. He cried out as he felt Louis' warm, sticky, juices splash inside him, squeezing the beautiful, emerald eyed vampire dry. Thoughts of Lestat invaded Logan's consciousness again, he squeezed Louis once again to a bone crushing orgasm, his nether orifice gripping Louis' spent cock as an iron vice. He could feel the lithe vampire's strength waining as he continued to suck his passion and lust from him. Cum dripped from
between Logan's sweaty mounds.

He stretched open his knees more as he begin to undulate again, Louis captured inside of him still. Louis lay across Logan's back, stroking his abdomen, licking the blood sweat from his fingers as Logan squeezed him once again to ecstacy. Louis stabbed one final time deep inside Logan, arching his back and pressing back hard into Louis' thrust, Logan felt the connection of Louis' ample, cock to his pleasure zone. Logan threw his head back and relaxed into the torrid waves of lust and passion. He could feel Louis thrusting powerfully inside him as he orgasmed hard and unashamedly. Scream after scream tore from him as old memories mangled and swirled with the new. One thing was certain and Logan could not deny it any longer, he desired Lestat, he wanted Lestat and he would HAVE Lestat. At any cost.

Part 9b

LOGAN

It is now near dawn and I feel totally guilty for the thing I have done. For some reason, casual sex does not feel the same for me. Maybe all that bullshit Lestat has been telling me has begin to rub off, I can not say for sure. But, it just does not hold the same magic. I love Louis with all my heart, hell, he was the reason for all the fighting to begin with. We shared each other as never before, it felt good to be submissive for once again. Andre' would torture me to surrender, not make me want to surrender. I swear if he is not dead, he will be if I EVER find him again. (SIGH) Lestat, Sweet Lestat, how can I ever thank you for all you have shared with me. You will never know how much all this means to me. And then again (low chuckle) maybe you will.

LOUIS

I can feel the death sleep as it creeps upon my soul. The things I have done this early morning have already begin to torment and haunt my consciousness. Logan done nothing for me to take advantage of him in such a cruel manner. I am ashamed. How will I face him again? What will I say? I hope Lestat never know what I have done. He would surely shun me, scorn me, and alas, hate me. He has grown fond of Logan's presence amongst us, and he openly express's love for him. Who am I to feel jealous as I do when for nearly three hundred years, I held the Blonde Prince of Darkness at my very fingertips, waiting for my ever beck and call. Yes, I will confess my wrong and guilt to him when we are alone again. Lestat will understand, he always do. (Yawning and closing his eyes slowly) Or will he?


MEGALE

When I am older, stronger...... but for now I am hungry. Where is my MINA? I do not recognize this place. And those books, all crumpled and dusty. (Yawning, then sneeezes) I am very hungry and sleepy. Where is MINA? Wait....the door is opening.......(Smiling and cooing gleefully) I knew you would come, you always do. Louis took me from my nursery and placed me in that old dusty room filled with books and went back to the room with MINA and I heard alot of noises, strange noises, I became afraid and begin to cry, I cried very low, I was scared......

"I know, Daddy knows. I am here little one." Lestat plants a loving kiss upon his son's round , soft cheek. " Now, slow down and tell Daddy everything from the beginning........"

Part 10

Logan sobbed gently into his hands as Lestat paced back and forth before him. Megale lay quietly in his feather bedding, he squirmed and kicked, reaching for his angry father.

"Tell me, Logan. I want to hear it from your mouth. Why was my son in Louis' room?!!" Lestat ranted hotly, stopping before Logan with a sweep of his hand. He clenched his fists as he stared down at the young Titan.

"Please, if you would just calm down, sit down, maybe-" Logan said through sobs of guilt. Lestat interrupted his reply with spite and venom.

"Why!! Why should I calm down!!! So that you can sink your fangs into my back again. So that you can leave my son all alone while you whore with one of your many admirers?!!!" Lestat slammed his fist square into Logan's face, he could not control his rage any longer. Tears or no tears, he wanted vendication, sweet release from the torment of his rage. Logan took the blow without a flench. His lips broke and begin to bleed. He leaned forward and coughed up blood, rising from the bedding he walked to the open balcony and spat. Turning around now to face an angry Lestat, Logan begin to speak.

"Now, that you have made sure that everyone will view me as a skank by my swollen lips, can we talk as civilized predators." Logan asked, as blood tears stained his cheeks and lashes. He wiped them away gently, his youthful face now appeared old and worn.

Lestat caressed his hand, it throbbed softly from the blow he gave Logan.

"Why should we talk. It will do no good, all you will do is ignore my wishes until I kill you. And then surely there will be a war between Vampires and Werewolves." Lestat replied flatly as he stared into Logan's troubled eyes.

"You struck me in front of Megale. Is that the impression you wish to give your son of a successful relationship. Do you wish for him to grow up believing that fighting is the answer to all lifes problems?" Logan interjected softly as he continued to cry silently.

"THIS IS NOT ABOUT MEGALE!!!! DAMN YOU, BRADLEY!!!!! THIS IS ABOUT ME AND YOU, THERE WOULD BE NO MEGALE IF IT WERE NOT FOR ME AND YOU!!! PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS FOR ONCE AND STOP HIDING THE TRUTH FROM ME, FROM YOURSELF!!" Lestat shouted as he stormed towards Logan, taking him in his grasp and shaking him. Logan grew angry and shoved Lestat away from him and staggered towards his son.

"YOU ARE ADDICTED TO SEX, TO PAIN!! YOU FEEL LOST WITHOUT ONE OR THE OTHER. WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME, TO MY COVEN!!! WE WERE FINE UNTIL YOU CAME HOWLING UP THE TRAIL TO OUR LIVES. YOU RUINED LOUIS, AND NOW YOU SEEK TO RUIN US ALL BY YOUR ENCHANMENTS AND SPELLS. WHO WILL YOU SLEEP WITH NEXT... ARMAND, NO WAIT...DANIEL OR MAYBE MARIUS HIMSELF!!!!! I AM TIRED OF TRYING TO OFFER YOU A PLACE OF PEACE AND GOODNESS, LOGAN. IF THIS IS THE WAY IT WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU FUCKING LOUIS BEHIND MY BACK AND LEAVING MY SON TO LIE IN DARK, MUSKY BOOK CRAMPED ROOMS, THEN GET THE HELL OUT AND TAKE HIM WITH YOU. IF YOU CHOOSE TO MISTREAT MEGALE, THEN DO IT OUT OF MY SIGHT AND OUT OF MY LIFE. IF I WANTED A WHORE I WOULD HAVE PAID FOR ONE FROM SOME STREET CORNER.!!!!" Upon saying this, Lestat grabbed Logan and slammed him down on his back, pressing him into the soft bedding. Staring into Logan's face, Lestat noticed a mole on Logan's right cheek at the corner of his mouth. A beauty mark!! It stood out like a sore thumb, stabbing Lestat's vision. It complemented Logan's appearance to near flawless beauty. Lestat held his breath as he scrutinized the creature laying beneath him. Logan's entire appearance now seemed changed by this one revelation.

"Why do you keep so many secrets Logan?" Lestat asked as he raised up from Logan, who never put up a struggle or even seemed to care.

"Because I can. Because it makes my life simplier and less threatening." Logan replied as he turned to Megale and lifted him above him, kissing him and bouncing the baby in the air. Megale giggled frantically and begin to kick.

"I want you out my house by tonight Logan. I want you gone for good." Lestat felt his heart lurch at his words but he continued, he had to know the truth. The whole truth!!

Logan sat upright suddenly, clutching his son to his chest, Megale's little pouty lips were open with surprise. The baby reached for his father now, confused and afraid. He begin to softly whimper. Lestat reached out and stroked his son's cheek, communicating with him silently.

"But where will we go? Who will help me protect our son from only God knows what? Lestat surely you are just joking. AREN'T YOU!!!!" Logan shouted. He felt his world shrinking, falling apart.

"I do not care where you go or who you go to but I want you out of my house when I wake this evening, understood?" Lestat forced himself to turn and walk away. Every step he took his heart would break as he tried to block out the hurt and pain he witnessed upon Logan's face. Dawn had come for all Children of the Night and Lestat eased into his room as the first rays of morning sliced through the downstairs curtains. He wept silently to himself for his love of Logan and his son. The only way to know the truth was to send Logan away, to make him think he had to fight for himself and the safety of his tiny bundle of joy. Of course, someone would always be just seconds away if he needed help but he would never know unless it could not be prevented.

Lestat uncovered his coffin and opened it. He touched the soft lining and plush bedding. Tonight he would not sleep in the bed, there really was no reason why he should. Megale would be gone when he awoke for the evening ritual of feeding and his night flanderings. Gone, the soft, sweet smell of his son laced by the gentle herbal aroma of Logan. Yes, a scent Lestat had grown to adore and cherish. Lestat gently lowered the lid as he adjusted for the death sleep. He wrapped a small soft downe baby blanket around his collar as a neck shawl, the scent of his son and Logan floated to his nostrils as the death sleep overtook him. Lestat smiled and closed his eyes as a blood tear trickled down his cheek and dropped upon the small blanket.

"It is in effect, Marius. He will be gone when we awake." Lestat telepathically communicated with Marius.

" Then now all we have to do is protect them and wait for the Ancient Council to surface. All will be peaceful in the end, Lestat. I promise no harm will come to your son or YOUR Mighty One." Marius replied as he felt Lestat's telepathic link weaken and fade away as the death sleep overtook him.

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Logan placed his now sleeping son down on the sheets gently. Tears flowed from his eyes as he recalled the words Lestat had spoken to him just before dawn. Logan arose quietly and left the loft, he did not want his son to hear him weeping. He made his way to Lestat's bedroom door and turned the knob, it was open.

Logan walked softly to the coffin, not making a sound. He caressed the smooth wooden finish and exquisite carvings on the top and sides. Continuing his amorous ministrations to the coffin, he begin to weep aloud as he placed his head against he top of it.

"Please, don't send me away." Logan said softly to the silent coffin, only to hear his own sobs echo sorrowfully back at him from the four walls of the bedroom.

Part 11

Andre' stepped unsteadily from the boiling cauldron of black filth and fell to the ground. He clenched his teeth as the dirt bit into his raw sinews and muscles. "DAMN HIM!!!" Andre screamed as he raised from the earth, trembling in agony.

"LOGAN!!!!!!" Andre' howled, anger causing his body to convulse violently. His desire to hold and touch Logan collided dangerously with the urge to kill his beloved Renegade. Andre' dropped to his knees before the cauldron. His raw body tingling painfully as he touched his face. No flesh, only muscle and congealing blood. A looming shadow eased stealthly towards the Warlock, causing him to draw up his full towering height, glaring heatedly at the apprehension , growling deep in his massive bloody chest.

"Now, now, Great one do not be alarmed. It is only I." The shadow drew closer and settled before the massive Warlock.

"Malcolm?" Andre questioned softly, his voice calm and level.

"Yes, Great One. I, Malcolm, Keeper of the Dark Masters. I have come for you, the Masters grow restless. They question the return of their Leader, LustAlunia VonMina." The keeper lowered the hood from his head , revealing his face. His eyes glowed a deep purple, his lips parted wickedly into a smile which revealed four huge canines. His blonde halo of hair blew softly in the night breeze, tendrils of his locks floated against Andre's tortured body.

"They grow restless with great reason. VonMina has, no doubt began his gestation for the final transformation. He has become a pawn for the Council now, being he has formed allies with this Coven of Vampires. Do you know of whom I speak?" Andre questioned as he eyed the Keeper appraisingly.

"Yes, Great One, I am well aware of whom you speak. They have defied the pressures and dangers of time to prevail against all destruction. They have become Legends amongst the many Minions of Hell as we speak. Where is VonMina now? Can you sense him, My Master?" The Keeper floated above the earth gently as he watched Andre' close his eyes and focus, searching the spirit realm for any residual sign of Logan's transformation. Andre' reached for his skinless, bloody member as his preternatural eye caught a glimpse of Logan, naked and wet beside a riverbank with his tiny son.

Yes, the transformation had begin. Logan's hair flowed in the wind now, gone the close cropped masculine haircut, replaced by huge corkscrew curls flowing just above his round, prominent dimpled ass. His body now lithe, smooth and well toned. His abdomen and chest muscles seemed chiseled by a skilled sculptor, each indention deep and defined. His waist tapered and curvacous, each curve suggesting femininty but overlayed by qualities of masculinity. He had become the perfect balance between both sexes. But Andre' knew that these changes in Logan were only normal for Dark Masters, mystical beings which possessed the beauty of a Goddess but the strenghth and might of a God. In battle they were the ultimate warriors, fueled by the smell of blood and fear they were merciless slayers. With just one Dark Master under control, any battle could be won. They were fearless, swift, mystical, magical and insatiable. Andre' reluctantly released the beautiful vision and frowned deeply. The Keeper raised his brows and smiled, all the while eyeing Andre' with amusement.

"Why do you frown Master? Has VonMina displeased you in some way?" The Keeper asked.

Andre' walked to the cauldron and stared into it's contents. Human eyeballs, fingers, toes, blood, hair, teeth and bone boiled in a tar-like substance. The filthy stench of human remains assailed the night air. He began to stir the contents with the huge wooden lattel.

"I need my flesh, Keeper. I cannot go out into the world this way." Andre' seethed as he thought silently over and over the subliminal thoughts he picked up from Logan. "What can you do to help me?"

"We will need a young virgin female child and the entrails of a goat and it's blood to cast the spell, Master. It will be very painful but brief." The Keeper replied with a concerned look upon his face. "But we will need a Dark Master to perform the Ancient chat."

"Then capture one of the younger, inexperienced ones and bring him and the sacrifices to me. Lure him to you by lacing your lips with honey and myrrth, it will enchant him ." Andre' explained with a small smirk upon his lips.

"It is done, Great one." The Keeper floated high above Andre' and disappeared in a puff of purple sparkling smoke which caused an aroma of sandalwood and mint to mask the putrid odor of the cauldron contents.

Andre' kneeled beside the cauldron and picked up a hooded black cape and draped it gently around his wounded, raw body. Malcolm had always been the one to remember small details and Andre' had found this useful in him over the centuries. Thoughts of Logan assaulted Andre's heated mind. The soft feel of his skin, the round firmness of his buttocks, the insatiable undulations of his lustfilled body, his heated, whimpers and sobs as he wept from the pleasure of his inner rhythm as he climbed steadily to an orgasm. Andre' longed to fill Logan with his huge, starved cock. Plunging deep and steady inside him as he screamed and met each thrust with enchanted abandon only know by Dark Masters. Yes, Andre' would have his lover once again, he swore upon it with his life. But only one obstacle remained as constant as the Northern Star......Lestat.....That Damned Vampire.

Andre' had intercepted stray unguarded thoughts of Lestat coursing through Logan's consciousness. He and Lestat had kissed, touched, blushed, and explored each others bodies secretly and quietly. Andre' felt his cock grow hard and lengthen as he savoured the image of Logan being caressed and touched by his possessive fingers. His face contorted in rage and pain as he thought of Lestat with his lover locked in ecstacy, driving his dead organ deep inside Logan and spurting blood tinged semen into the very core of Logan's heart. Hatred bit into Andre's dark heart and caused him to spit into the cauldron.

"There will be no more Vampire offspring borne into this realm, nor shall there be a union of copulation between the two. LustAlunia VonMina, you are mine and mine exclusively. And mark my word, I shall kill this Vampire Lestat and his odd Coven. I will wipe them from the face of the earth and tear down their stronghold. I will possessive the Vampire child and train him as my disciple to KILL HIS OWN KIND!!!!! So, run my beauty, RUN!! RUN INTO THE ARMS OF YOUR MASTER OF WHOM YOU HAVE DEFIED!!!!" Andre' seethed and growled as he spoke, turning the cauldron of filth over into the roaring flames.

Part 12

Lestat lay beside his tiny son. He touched his small round fingers lovingly. Logan waded in the river, totally unaware of his presence. Lestat stared at the now near God which bathed himself gently, allowing the cleansing pressure of the rivers current to wash away all his worries and fears. The only word Lestat could think of to describe the Young Titan now seemed wholly vague in comparison to its' meaning.

Megale squealed softly as he played with his fathers long, cool fingers. His tiny violet eyes absorbed the moonlight, sparkling as a cat's. Lestat smiled at Megale and suddenly puffed out his cheeks and crossed his eyes, the baby let out peels of laughter. Repeating the little trick for his son, Lestat begin to laugh also. Megale clapped his small hands together and squirmed, giggling aloud, kicking frantically.

"Shhhhh, little one. Do we want the Mighty Trickster to discover our little tryst?" Lestat playfully chimed to the squealing baby as he glanced to the river for Lo...... Lestat quickly stood up over his son, Where had he gone? Without hesitation, Lestat shot upward and landed in the thick branches of a nearby tree. It seemed like forever before Lestat noticed a soft ripple on the surface of the water, then Logan reappeared. He swam effortlessly to the shore carrying a huge Battle Axe and sword. The water dripped seductively from his curls as he walked across the soft sand. Lestat could hear the soft tinkle of the waist and ankle bracelets he wore.
"Enchanting" Lestat thought as love stabbed his heart.

Logan settled gently beside his son and begin to dry the axe and sword with his hair. The blades glistened and glowed as he polished them with a gentleness reserved only for lovers. Lestat stealthly climbed lower on the branches to have a better view of this mysterious creature. The resemblence of the old Logan remained but more feminine, softer. Megale flipped over and scooted playfully across the comforter Lestat noticed belonged to him. Evidently, Logan had taken it before he left through spite, Lestat concluded. His son squealed, giggling loudly as he stared into the darkness, searching for him.

"No use in that, little one. Your Vampire father is too much of a coward to come here or even search for us. I thought the right man had been chosen as your father by the way he stood up to Andre', but even I, VonMina can be badly mistaken. Come to me, it is time to go home." Logan scooped up Megale in one arm as he carried the weapons wrapped in the comforted in the other. The baby cooed sadly as his vampire eyes locked into his fathers vision. Lestat jumped in astonishment. The baby could see him!!!! Megale smiled with a question in his small eyes. Lestat returned the smile with warmth and love. "I will reveal myself in time Megale. Be patient." Lestat comforted. "Mina called you a coward? Is this true? Are you a coward?" Megale questioned followed by a small hiccup. Lestat laughed gently, "No, little one. Mina is only angry and afraid. He does not understand why I requested for him to leave." Lestat replied. The child did not respond again, he only sighed. Lestat followed silently a safe distance behind them. He wanted to see where was "Home" for these two renegades.

Lestat watched with pleasure as Logan's round tight ass swayed as he walked. His hips were muscled and prominent, sitting atop a pair of ample thighs. His waist was uncommonly narrow and shapely which accentuated the waist bracelet quite nicely. He carried the bundle of weapons across his shoulder as any man would as his flowing mane cascaded down his back, wiggling as if it were alive. Lestat did not know if he should reveal himself to Logan at all. He seemed safe enough for the time being, and besides, Marius constant warnings haunted him but his heart longed to right the wrong he had committed against his son and Logan. A clear glen loomed ahead and the soft red-yellow glow of a fire could be seen. Megale giggled loudly as Logan kissed him upon the cheek as they entered the glen.

The sight of a small thatched cottage greeted Lestat's curious eyes. A border of rocks and boulders secured the bottom of the cottage, creating a rustically colorful appeal. The windows were open and a small light could be seen emminating from within. A clear space of about fifty feet in diameter surrounded the cottage, pine needles and thatch covered the ground, releasing the sweet odor of pine and cinnamon. Lestat felt himself grow faint at the nostalgic odor, the enchanting aroma seemed to beckon him forward. The sound of trickling water and the tinkle of crystal wind chimes ensnared his heart and will. Lestat felt as a dumb ox being lead to the slaughter house. He lumbered forward, staggering and eyesight blurred as a drunken hoodlum. A Voice whispered deep within his consciousness, calling him forward, beckoning him to come, to surrender. His sight cleared slightly as he neared the glen and there before the huge fire, on his knees upon the comforter was Logan.

Logan chanted softly but with a fervent desire. His naked body glistened as the blood sweat beaded upon his body, dripping from his brow, traveling in small rivers down his chest and abdomen, forming a small pool around his knees. He caressed his hot body gently as he chanted, spreading his knees apart and leaning forward on his elbows he lifted his prominent mounds high, closing his eyes as he chanted louder, his request demanding an answer. Lestat felt his body grow hot then suddenly his insides exploded with a searing heat and a feeling of being wretched from his body. Lestat screamed in agony as he felt his soul torn reluctantly from his body. The feeling of being sucked down invaded his senses as he felt the warm sensual sensation of being engulfed. He opened his spiritual eyes as he felt himself penetrate Logan's succulent body.

Part 14

Drawing in a deep breathe, Lestat came deep within Logan's warm body. Wave upon wave of pleasure swirled through his consciousness. He reached hungrily for Logan's round, upturned ass, pressing his tongue between the tight mounds violently. Hot whimpers and sobs escaped Logan as he bit his bottom lip to surpress a scream. Pressing back into the rhythm of Lestat's skillfull tongue, Logan opened his knees farther, leaning lower, arching his smooth, rippled back inward.

Lestat bit Logan tenderly underneath one of his dimpled mounds, the blood seeped forth slowly, dripping into Lestat's open mouth lazily. He savoured every rich and creamy drop. He felt Logan shudder as he pressed his hot, lush lips to the bite and begin to suck with the inner wetness of his lips, working his lips to a full pucker as he pulled and tore the flesh open now to a flowing wound. Lestat licked his tongue across his fang teeth, drawing his own blood from his tongue. He hungered with a madness for this succulent creatures magical blood. The blood thrist ate at his insides now, taunting him, teasing him. Lestat bared his fangs venomously as he fought with his conscious.

Logan turned , lying upon his side he raised one of his legs and looped it across Lestat's shoulder, reaching between his open legs, Logan separated his cheeks with his long slender fingers and tapped his tight, smooth nether orifice with one of his long pink fingernails, teasingly offering himself. Smiling seductively, staring into Lestat's eyes, he caressed and kneaded his ample cock to rock hardness with his other hand, circling and fisting himself. Lestat slid his smooth, hard shaft into Logan's now wet, heated orifice, stabbing long and firm as he watched Logan masturbate. Wild desire rushed through Logan as he gripped Lestat's mane of blonde hair, pulling his head back as he pressed into his every thrust. Their heated, blood drenched bodies slapped wetly together, the sound of sex driving Logan farther into a heated, lustfilled frenzy. Throwing his head back, he released a soulful wail, pressing harder into each thrust, wanting to feel the pleasure, the pain. Lestat pressed forward, making Logan lie completely on his back now, releasing Lestat's hair, Logan begin to caress Lestat's moist, muscular back, licking his chest. Wrapping his legs around Lestat's waist, Logan met each thrust with a whip of his waist. Lestat lowered down, encircling Logan with his strong arms, wrapping him into a powerful embrace as he rocked back and sat upright, not once breaking his rhythm deep with the Young Titan. Lestat kissed and nibbled Logan's ear gently as he spoke to him softly.

"Come for me, Mighty one. Give me the love you never gave Andre'. If you held back anything from him, give that portion to me. But I warn you , before this night is over, you will surrender to me totally. There will be no part of you untouched by my hands or soul. You have done a thing which I did not ask for and by this you have sealed your fate also. Come for me Logan, please,......Yesssssssssss! Come for me."

Logan closed his eyes as he felt himself overcome by emotion. He gasped and held his breathe as he succumbed to the most intense orgasm he ever experienced in his entire immortal existence. Lestat's words of love, laced by his husky french accent ignited Logan's inner hidden passions beyond his control. Logan's body undulated and whipped wildly with Lestat's inner rhythm as he plunged relentlessly inside him. Logan released his hold upon Lestat's powerful shoulders and begin a slow descension backwards, falling into a perfect backbend as he rode Lestat's fevered cock, cum spurting from his ample shaft against Lestat's abdomen, creamy and warm. Lestat watched Logan with calm satisfaction as he spurted draught after blood tinged draught of hot cum deep inside his willing tight ass. A primal scream tore from deep within Logan as he realized the depth of which he and Lestat had unconsciously descended. The barrier between their souls had been torn utterly apart, destroyed. Logan felt himself opening, expanding to a new desire, a new beginning. Lestat's life flashed before him in seconds which seemed as an eternity. His mortal birth, childhood, Auvergne, France, the theatre, Lelio, Nicky, His rebirth as a Child of the Night, Marius, Those Who Must Be Kept, Akasha...his sweet Akasha, Gabrielle, his mother, Claudia, the cursed Vampire child and then......Louis. The scream vibrated into the night, across the small glen and out into the forest, echoing as it drifted to silence.

Logan lay unconscious upon the comforter as Lestat approached the fire. He stooped beside the sleeping siren and brushed a stray curl from his beautiful face, the beauty mark always seemed to bring a smile to Lestat's stern countenance. He placed his son down beside Logan gently, the baby had been soundly asleep in his bassinet in the cottage during their little tryst. Lestat undressed and lay naked beside Logan and Megale. The fire warmed them as the night chill set in. Wrapping the comforter around them, Lestat cuddled his son and Logan close to his chest. He would lie here until near dawn with them, then quietly sneak away beneath the cottage flooring from the sunlight before dawn. He kissed Logan's brow gently and chuckled low.

"Play with fire my friend, and you just may get burned and I think you have learned that lesson well this night." Lestat said softly as he placed a kiss upon Logan's dew kissed lips. Megale cooed softly and squirmed playfully as he listened to his father sing "Brahm's Lullaby" in old French.



Andre' slit the childs throat with the ease of slicing open an apple. She was a very beautiful child, not over a year old. Bending low he licked the blood, savouring the pure, rich taste of it. Nothing quite ever could match up to virgin blood for him. The copper taste of it always made him swoon slightly. The goat scuffled in vain to avoid its' pending fate as he loomed over it now, knife drawn level to it's tender stomache. Suddenly with a swift jerk forward, Andre' disemboweled the animal. Pulling the entrails out with a powerful jerk of his huge hands, he held the carcass high over the dead childs body, allowing the blood to drain out all over the body. He tossed the drained carcass to the side, after he obtained his flesh again the goat would be cooked and eaten for his return meal.

Malcolm cooed seductively to the young beautiful male creature seated beneath his feet. His eyes burned with an inner wisdom far from his youthful appearance. Eyeing Malcolm with cool amusement, he closed his cat like eyes and listened to the Keeper's words of allure. Pulling down gently on the waist band of his pants , he lay down before Malcolm and begin to touch his nearly naked body, observing his effect upon the Keeper through half closed eyes. Arching his back, he slid his slender fingers inside the front of the tranparent white silk harem pants he wore, caressing his now erect cock. Malcolm grew silent as he beheld the creature with a growing desire. Levitating down, he stood upon the earth for the first time in over eight hundred years.

"What is your name, beautiful one?" Malcolm questioned the youth gently, his eyes reflecting a deep purple glow.

"Syvelle." The youth replied, eyeing Malcolm cautiously as he increased the strokes to his growing member.

"Syvelle, do you reveal so much of yourself to all strangers who accost you?" Malcolm inquired.

"No." The youth replied flatly with a sly grin, arching his back deeper as his pleasure increased. He reached for Malcolms hand.

The sound of a cracking whip cut through the night air. Malcolm jumped around with a start and immediately scooped up the youth in his massive arms. The youth pressed against Malcolm with a chuckle as Andre' loomed over them, whip poised for a strike.

"Put him down Malcolm. You can claim him as your own later, but for now....I need his beautiful ass turned upward naked to the moon tonight. What is your name wicked one?" Andre' growled, his eyes flashing a white hissing light as he eyed the youth authoritively.

"Syvelle, My Lord." The youth replied softly, running his eyes up and down Andre's fleshless form scornfully as Malcolm gently set him down.

"I will not disrespect your arrogance, but you will assist me this night . Your magical powers of enchantment are needed my young Master. You WILL help me obtain my flesh once again." Andre' replied with a snarl.

"And if I refuse?" The youth replied, crossing his arms across his naked, tanned chest, standing his ground with the skinned Warlock.

"Then you give me no choice but to-" Andre' cut the youth quick as a flash across his face with the whip, blood sprang up in the angry whelt. With the roar of a Lion, the youth bared his huge canines at Andre' and attacked. His mane of blue black hair slithered forward, gripping Andre's wrists and ankles, the youth levitated smoothly from the ground. Malcolm moved to help Andre' but was commanded silently to stand still by the experienced Warlock. Andre' knew that the mystical creature before him possessed the power to destroy him with an utter thought but the creatures youth and inexperience would cast all chips in his favour.

"If you destroy me what profit would it bring to your kind? I have helped, sheltered and nurtured your kind for centuries with my Keeper's assistance. Without us what would become of the others, now that VonMina has abandoned the Cult." Andre' spoke steathly.

"VonMina has not abandoned us? Why do you speak these lies Old Warlock? Do you take me as a fool? I know of your love for VonMina and how he has risen to power and commands Hell's Dark Reicht. We, as Dark Masters are the Dark Reicht." The youth released his hold upon Andre' and lowered down to the earth, flexing his wrists across each other, he opened his palms, releasing a bolt of red lighting, it slammed into Andre' with such force, he went crashing into the altar of the sacrifices. The youth strolled arrogantly over to the fallen Warlock and begin to chant aloud. The night sky clouded over as lightning flashed across the sky. Raising his hands to the storm, the wind begin to howl. Chanting over the howl of the wind, Syvelle commanded the lightning to strike, five bolts of yellow lightning struck the altar charring the sacrifices to ashes as they joined to form a single deadly wave of electricity which hammered the ground, tearing and ripping a path to Andre'. The Warlock smiled and closed his eyes, bracing for the searing, overwhelming pain which would accompany the onslaught of the bolts but reward him his beloved flesh's rebirth. Syvelle shot upward as the bolt hit Andre', Malcolm shielded his eyes as the impact was blinding. The screams of agony could be heard amongst the fire and smoke surrounding Andre', then silence.

Malcolm felt a soft touch against his shoulder. He uncovered his eyes, rising from the earth. Syvelle smiled gently into his eyes. Malcolm touched the angry whelt on the youths cheek with a comforting finger and kissed him full upon the lips softly, the kiss was gently returned. Syvelle walked seductively a few paces away from Malcolm and stood before the now fully fleshed Andre'. The Supreme Warlock touched his hands, face and neck with silent reverence. Yes!! He now had fully returned from the blood drenched grave in which VonMina had lain him. The youth stripped of his harem pants and lowered before Andre' on all four, lifting his perfectly round, tanned ass high to the moon, he chanted low and earnest before Andre'. A soft pink glow emminated from the Warlock, the youth chanted on, enpowering the new flesh of the Old Warlock with strenghth, endurance, and everlasting youth. The ritual was now complete.

Syvelle arose from the earth, naked and drenched with sweat from his fervent chanting. Andre' smiled gently as the arrogant Young Master threw him a smirk of disapproval and swaggered to Malcolm. Malcolm felt his mouth go dry as the youth stepped up to him naked and wet, chest to chest, inches from his face and whispered with a seductive, promising smile "Take me with you and I promise you will never regret it."

Part 16

"YOU BASTARD!!!!!!" Louis screamed as he tossed a Venetian vase at Marius. "Why did you trick Lestat into sending them away? Why do you insist on interfering with everyone's lives?"

"Louis, calm down! Listen to me, please!" Marius demanded as he ducked the flying decor.

Louis spat and hissed as a cat within himself. His emerald green eyes flashed with blinding madness. Shivering and quaking to his very soul with anger, he ran after Marius around the sofa several times, then leapt across it landing on top of Marius as they crashed to the floor. Louis slapped Marius once then again.

"YOU MEDDLING BASTARD!!!! Now I do not have either one of them to love me!! I should kill you for what you have done!!!!" Louis ranted as he clawed at the Roman's face. Marius skillfully gripped the raging vampires wrists and held them securely as he rolled atop him, penning Louis beneath him.

"Louis!! Louis!!" Marius stared into Louis' eyes and was taken aback by the loneliness and sorrow he saw there. Blood tears trailed down his angular cheeks as he succumbed to Marius's superior strength. Louis turned his face away from Marius and wept aloud, his entire body heaving with every wretched sob.

"I am sorry you have to suffer for this Louis but Lestat must know the truth if we wish to reclaim him. Logan has bewitched him beyond his understanding or awareness. All he can comprehend right now is his desire to be with the Young Titan and to save his son from harm. I did not know Lestat would arise at dusk and wing away to find Logan. I just had not considered that happening.....but it did." Marius released Louis and arose. He begin to pace the floor, frowning trying to think of where Lestat and Logan could be.

"I told Lestat not to follow Logan. To allow the Werewolf Clan to track him and the child to safety. Why has he done this thing? Has love grown between them and I failed to see it? Can Lestat actually be in love with that damnable creature?" Marius pondered aloud.

"Yes, Lestat HAS fallen in love with Logan and we can not do a damn thing about it. I feel like such a fool and to think I actually believed Logan when he told me he would love me forever and never leave my side. Lestat was right all along, Marius. I am gullible and worthless." Louis stood up upon speaking and walked to the hallway mirror and stared at his reflection.

"All the beauty in the world can not stop a man from leaving you if he wishes too. You can be a whore in the bedroom during the night and a saint during the day but it still would not stop a man from packing his bags and leaving you for another." Louis reflected tragically as he wiped away the blood tears gently. "I have lost him finally Marius. Now, I guess I will be satisfied for the rest of my eternal life."

Marius reached out and took Louis tenderly in his arms and held him close, wiping away his tears and whispering words of encouragement. Louis relaxed into the Old Roman's powerful embrace and closed his tearfilled eyes. He felt in his heart the deep lost love he felt for Lestat but it seemed alittle late for realizations and actualities. Lestat was gone and that was that. Maybe one day he would return and everything would be right again as it should be. But for now, the Blonde Prince of Darkness had closed his eyes and ears to the Children of the Night.
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Andre' sat quietly observing Syvelle and Malcolm. He scowled deeply as Syvelle giggled and flirted with the Keeper openingly, trying to entice the blonde High Priest of the Dark Masters to break his vow of celibracy. Andre' stood up and walked over to the Young Master and cleared his throat. Syvelle glared upward impatiently at the scowling Warlock.

"What do you want Old Man? Can you not leave us be for a second to become aquainted with one another?" Syvelle asked.

"This Priest has watched you mature into one of the most powerful Masters we have, he has protected the Sacred Order as well as obeyed the Code of Orders set by the Ancient Council for over Three Thousand years and you set out to cause him to stumble by your allure and charms. I should beat you right now for this insolence Syvelle. Why not follow the natural order of ownership. If he desires you, he will come to you in your little wicked lair and place his mark upon your abdomen. What is it that you fear? Is it VonMina's return that haunts you.?" Andre' asked with a slight mocking smile.

"You test my patience, My Lord. Do not make me rise up against you. Fore I shall be the next renegade Master if that should happen and the Council will begin to question your ability and skills of keeping us under control. VonMina is of no threat to me, more or less he is a help and my inspiration. I idolize him." Syvelle replied as he stood up and begin his stroll to his lair. Malcolm watched the Young Master retreat without a word. In time he would pay his lair a visit and maybe he would mark Syvelle as his own. Maybe in time he could forgive VonMina and love another. Just maybe he would keep his secret forever, just maybe........

Andre' interrupted Malcolms train of thought with a clap of his hands before his blank eyes. Feeling ashamed, Malcolm sat upright and tried to look stern,.......he failed.

"You are in love with that pup, aren't you?" Andre' questioned flatly.

"I really can not say if I am or not. I do not know what I feel." Malcolm replied with a soft chuckle as he stared through the rows of sleeping Masters, his keen vision finding Syvelle's lair with ease. The young Master was now curled into a tight ball, naked and asleep.

"Well, you best figure it out because he will not stop unless you tell him you do not desire him. And for the love of Hades, do not invite him into your lair if you deny his affections." Andre' said as he strolled back to stare into the crystal ball sitting atop a black marble table.

"And if I do invite him in after denying him, what will happen?" Malcolm questioned with curiousity.

Andre' sat down before the marble table and turned to face Malcolm as he roared with uncontrollable laughter, his massive chest heaved with the effort to control himself.

"What will happen?" Malcolm persisted in earnest.

"If you value your celibracy my friend, you will NOT let him in after a denial. Dark Masters will accept no refusals." Andre' concluded as the crystal ball begin to cloud up, red swirling smoke filled the glass sphere. Andre' smiled a deep, loving smile as he felt his heart lurch at the appearance of Logan's sleeping form.

"Yessssssssssssssss." Andre' whispered. "I have found you, my sweet renegade."

Part 17

The sun creeped high into the morning sky as Logan stretched languishly. Megale coughed and giggled as he squirmed beneath the comforter. Logan laughed gently as he fondled beneath the covers for his silly son. There was something different about Megale's giggle. Logan poked the baby with a playful finger, Megale squirmed harder and let out a squeal of delight as he giggled. His giggle now stronger and louder. Logan threw back the comforter and stared wide eyed at the mass of shoulder length curls which belonged now to his one year old son!!!!! Springing up upon his knees with the swiftness of a cat, Logan mentally recollected Megale's age. The baby rightfully was only five months, but........Megale rolled over and sat up on his bottom with ease, placing his palms upon the comforter, he raised himself up on his tiny knees, drooling and giggling as he stood up, wobbly. Megale took his first step towards Logan, then another and another, his ice cold violet eyes stabbed through Logan as he walked now with confidence into his waiting arms. Logan sobbed with joy as he hugged his son. Megale drew back from his Mina's embrace and begin to speak.

"You are my heart and soul. If it were not for you, MY Mina, My Sweet Mina, I would not exist. Fear nothing, for I am your protector and vendicator. No one shall harm you or come against you and live. This I promise upon my immortal soul. Come....join me in MY IMMORTALITY!!!!"

Slowly, Megale transformed!! His body of a child ripping open as he grew in hieght and size. His arms massive and ripped, his chest bronze and muscled. His curls of spun golden silk now splayed down to his waist as they framed his beautiful face. Lush lips, blood red in color accented a perfect nose and high prominent cheekbones, deep and masculine. His violet blue eyes burned beneath long lush lashes with a mixed desire of respect, wonder and lust. Naked and seductive, Megale pressed against Logan firmly, his manhood hard and demanding as he slithered his moist tongue between his lips. Logan closed his eyes as his son begin to caress his body heatedly. Megale increased his hold upon Logan's lush body as he lowered him down upon the comforter, his breath smelled of honey and milk. Raising his legs up to his waist, Logan allowed his son to enter the small opening above his pubic line, the opening from which he delivered his beautiful son. Megale closed his eyes and moaned with a deep passion he knew he could only feel for his Mina as he pressed his virgin member inside...........

Logan awoke with a start. A scream pressed at his lips as he pushed blindly at the comforter covering him. He sprang up, throwing the comforter back to stare at his tiny son. Megale lay quietly asleep upon his side, his small breathing quick and restfull. Logan touched his smooth cheek as he brushed away the stray curl which always fell across his small eyes. The baby squirmed gently, smiled but did not awake.

"You little willfull pup. You will no doubt, be as headstrong as your handsome father." Logan spoke aloud as he caressed his son's back in a circular motion. The baby opened his eyes and stretched, yawning wide, only closing his eyes for a brief second, he rolled over on his back and smiled sweetly into Logan's eyes. His little violet eyes drooped lazily, as he extended his body and stretched again, sighing loudly. Logan undressed the baby and carried him to the river with him. The early morning water was cool and crisp. He dipped Megale playfully in it, laughing aloud as the baby kicked and screamed with glee, splashing the water about.

The scenario of the past night played vividly over and over inside Logan's head. Lestat's soul possessed a potent kick as well as his skill as a lover. Logan smiled wickedly as he recalled the feel of the blonde vampires ample cock inside him. Megale clutched onto his parent as he waded deeper into the river. "Pure ecstacy." Logan thought as he floated on his back with Megale now sitting on his taunt stomach. Closing his eyes, Logan drifted upon the water as Megale splashed and giggled. The dream of his son maturing before his time worried Logan slightly. Why had he dreamt such a sinful dream? He knew in his heart such a thing would never be allowed to happen between him and his son. NEVER! Maybe the love he and Lestat shared fueled the dream, maybe it was Lestat he dreamt of instead of Megale. Logan's mind filled with maybe's as he drifted into a sleep, he could feel and hear Megale playing as a baby would.

Megale's tiny scream of alarm startled Logan awake. There upon the shoreline were several red furred beasts. They resembled werewolves but their muzzles were keener, longer and they seemed not able to raise upon their hind legs. HELLHOUNDS!!!! Logan cradled Megale close to his chest as he took flight from the water and landed on the riverbank before the hovering creatures. They instantly begin to growl and circle him, canines lined their massive jaws as a chainsaw, their huge black claws dug into the soft sand as they prepared to fight. Their eyes glowed red with a hellish fury. The biggest beast begin to speak, Logan winced with horror as he listened to the grating voice of the creature.

"Lord Andre' has sent us to bring you back to Hell. You are under judgment of the Ancient Council and must be returned immediately to your rightful master." The beast said with a low hiss, froth dripping from it's muzzle.

"Well, you go back to Hell and inform LORD ANDRE' that I, VonMina, shall never return to Hell until it freezes over." Logan replied as he clutched Megale closer to him, the baby stared quietly at the creatures, his violet eyes floating from one to the other.

"You hold the Vampire child, do you not? We are under orders by the Council to destroy the child instantly. Give him to us!!" The beast ranted as the others drooled and tightened their stronghold around him.

"Kiss my ASS!! The whole lot of you!! That is if you can get to it.!!!" Logan replied defiantly as he prepared to fight to the death. He gently placed Megale down at this feet. The baby playfully patted the sand and stared up at Logan. "Give me a few minutes, pumpkin. Mina will be back, okay? I have to deal with these bad doggies."

Logan instantly flew into action. The beast charged forward, hell as their power. Two dived for Megale as the other four dived for Logan. Logan flexed his mind swiftly, causing a fire ball to slam into the two beast diving for his son, their fur singed and smoking they lay unconscious upon the ground. The bigger hounds bit, clawed and slashed at him ferociuosly. Logan dodged each blow skillfully as he counter attacked with swift kicks. One of the beast sailed threw the air meeting a powerful kick from Logan, smashing into a tree, splintering it and impaling himself. The remaining three charged him blindly, one at the last moment broke off from the charge and dived for Megale. Fear gripped Logans' heart, he was not prepared for such a sudden change of direction from the creatures. Before Logan could blink, the creature had gripped Megale by the hair with his razor sharp canines, preparing to give the baby a few swift shakes which would snap his tiny neck instantly. The remaining two Hellhounds pounced upon Logan, tearing and slicing open his chest and arms, he screamed in pain and fear. He rolled and dodged their powerful snapping jaws, he had to save Megale, at any cost. " Lestat's son must live" Logan thought heatedly as he scrambled to his feet, blood sweat poured from his naked body as he braced himself. Sending a mental message to the depths of Hell to Malcolm for forgiveness, Logan stretched his arms out horizontally and swiftly slammed his palms together, chanting as he called forth the High Priest's protection for his son.

The sky darked as a low rumble could be heard, Malcolm burst forth from the earth, rocks, dirt, trees all uprooted from their places as he forced his way to the surface. His eyes now glowed a deep black purple as he flexed his mind gently, sparks of purple lightning slammed into the beast gnashing upon Megale. The beast burst open instantly his entrails and blood splashed across the dry earth, the baby flopped limply to the ground. Malcolm strolled quickly pass Logan and commanded him to take his son and go. Logan obeyed and ran to his unconscious son, screams of fear and anger tearing from his chest.

Part 18

Logan gently scooped up his tiny son and ran blindly for the cottage. He could hear the High Priest raising hell with the Hellhounds. Their screams of pain and death filled the early morning stillness. His wounds were bleeding profusely and he begin to feel weak from the blood loss but he had to hold on for Megale. Finally bursting into the glen, Logan stumbled and fell, clutching his son, he raised upon his knees and begin to chant the spell of Forever Darkness. The glen darkened as the night as a invisible barrier encircled it, no outside force could penetrate or breach its' defense.

"Lestat." Logan said aloud softly as he carried Megale into the cottage, the baby had not moved since the attack. Logan placed a trembling hand to the small child's throat, checking fearfully for a pulse.......a faint palpitation could be felt. Logan broke into tears of joy as he immediately begin licking his son clean. He gently licked the blood from Megale's hair and body, all the while humming softly to calm his tortured nerves. Logan heard the sound of a creaking board.......as if it were being pryed open. Instantly, he reached for the sword, it glistened with a gold spark and begin to glow, the blade rotating as a spiral. He placed his injured son down upon the feather bedding and lowered the mesh curtain. This time there would be no underestimations, no more mistakes. Logan felt his body heating up, forging itself as steel. Someone or something had invaded his Lair, and he would not tolerate such an act. No one invaded a Dark Master's Lair uninvited unless...... the board pushed upward and out, then another. Logan raised the blade silently, poised for a fatal blow.

"LESTAT!!!!" Logan screamed with surprise and relief. He quickly tossed the blade beneath the covers, and tried to look normal but the huge gash across his chest and arms destroyed his plan. Lestat's gentle smile dissolved as he strolled closer to Logan and his unusually still son. He felt sure it was day but outside appeared dark and sinister, forbidden. He kneeled beside Logan and Megale stiffly, he eyed Logan's wounds and tearfilled eyes with a stern countenance. He did not need to be told what had happened.

"Who did this?" Lestat asked calmly, fighting back his anger. His voice laced with barely controlled venom. He touched his son's cold cheek and winced, his fangs bared dangerously as his hands begin to tremble. Glancing to Logan, he gripped his wrist and dragged him upward as he stood upright quick as lightning.

"I ASKED YOU, WHO TOUCHED MY FUCKING SON?!!!!" Lestat shouted, his preternatural voice echoed across the darkness, diffusing into a lethal deep chest growl.

"The Council sent Hellhounds to kill him Lestat. I tried to stop them but I underestimated their cunning. I tried.....please forgive me. Oh God, I.... " Logan felt at a lost for words, he looked away from Lestat's accusing stare. He had failed in protecting their son and there was no excuse to make things right. Logan broke into a flood of blood tears, his body ached, he was weak from the blood loss, his son lay nearly dead, the Council wanted him to submit, the Council wanted his son dead, Lestat stood before him now, mad as hell. He slumped forward into Lestat's arms, seeking comfort.....and found it.

"You have been wounded also. Forgive me, Mighty One for my brashness. I am sorry, let me help you." Lestat cooed gently into Logan's ear as he lifted him up and laid him down beside Megale. The baby stirred and coughed. Logan raised up weakly and turned to his tiny son, reaching for him.

"Give him to me Lestat. Please let me hold him." Logan asked through tears and a sob. His heart went out for his son and suddenly he never wanted the baby to ever leave his grasp.

"You rest Logan, I will attend to Megale and your needs." Lestat replied softly to Logan as he washed the wounds with a damp cloth. "I should have never listened to Marius. Now, you are hurt and my damn son is almost dead. I swear, I will find this Ancient Council and destroy all of them for touching you and my GOD DAMN CHILD!!!" Lestat seethed, his heart blackening every passing second.

"Then you might as well begin with me Vampyre. Fore I am the Ancient Council you seek." Malcolm replied from the entrance of the cottage. His eyes flashed venomously as he eyed Lestat. "So you are the Vampyre Lestat."

Lestat arose with a growl, Logan gripped Lestat's arm and held him still. Malcolm laughed confidently as he stared at Logan with contempt.

"So, It is true. The Great VonMina has fallen in love with this blood sucking leech."
Malcolm strolled across the room and stood before the trio. His purple eyes fixed on Logan, then he glared at the child.

"This child is a Keeper, same a I. When he matures he will need to be taught the ways of a White Warlock. Something this Child of the Night can not do VonMina. Why have you done this thing?" Malcolm leaned down and touched Megale's soft cheek. Megale stirred and opened his eyes, smiling weakly he raised his tiny hand and placed it into Malcolms huge one, his small fingers opening and closing as he communicated with the Keeper in silence. Malcolm's stern countenance broke into a gentle smile then soft laughter as he knodded to the tiny boy. Megale hiccuped softly and turned his attention to his parents. He begin to coo and giggle as he reached for Lestat. Lestat leaned forward across Logan allowing his body to press protectively against him and scooped up Megale gently. Malcolm frowned wickedly at the protective gesture and stared into Logan's smoldering eyes.

"You are still under judgement, VonMina. I came only because I love you dearly. Never would I turn my back to you, NEVER! But be as it may, it has been a blessing to your son he is truly one of us fore I assure you if I had come here and found otherwise, I would have destroyed him this day MYSELF!!!" Malcolm spat out, his gaze rovering over Lestat as he cuddled his son.

"YOU would have truly died this day if you had destroyed my son. Who are you to decide what and who is worthy to live or die? If Megale was your son sired by Logan, would I have had the right to destroy your son? To send Hellhounds to devour him, tear him to shreds? Are you GOD? Are you the CHRIST?" Lestat ranted as he arose and stood before the huge Nether world creature.

"You speak of GOD as if you know him personally? Tell me Vampyre, how did the blood of CHRIST taste? Sweet as honey or bitter as gall? Did he forgive you for your sins, being every day of your wretched life you feed upon the blood of the innocent as well as the wicked? Does that make you a greater judge then I?" Malcolm replied hotly, his huge canines bared at Lestat.

"ENOUGH OF THIS!!!!!" Logan shouted above the heavy voiced predators. "Please Malcolm, forgive me for my trepasses and pass this judgement into the sea of forgetfullness. Maybe I have angered you and the Elders by my arrogance and this I admit freely. Pardon me, convince them to let me be to raise my son in peace." Logan pleaded, reaching for Lestat's hand. Lestat stepped obediently back to stand beside Logan, he entwined his fingers into the Young Titans outstretched hand.

Malcolm grew silent as he remembered the first day he met Syvelle and how he reached for his hand the exact same way VonMina reached now before him for the Vampyre's hand. Jealously sprang up in his heart as a monster. His purple eyes narrowed , filling with evil mirth.

"The only thing that will pardon you is your promise to return to the Cult of Dark Masters and submit to Andre' as your Master. Forever leaving the mortal world behind and live content or not with your kind. You are no longer Logan Bradley, the mortal in you died centuries ago. Let it be and come to your new home. Your son will be taken care of by me and learn the ways of a Keeper as he should. Not the ways of a night walker." Malcolm replied calmly, leaving no room for negotiations. "I will give you a short time to ponder and decide your fate. If you refuse, not even your vampyre lover will be able to stop my wrath from overcoming you. I will make you submit one way or another. And you know I CAN MAKE YOU SUBMIT!! So, make the right choice and GET RID OF THAT BLOOD SUCKER!!!!" Malcolm spat as he shoved Lestat away from Logan with the force of his mind.

Part 19

Lestat flexed his mind swiftly, causing his body to ward off the invisible force which pushed against him, returning the force back to its' sender. Malcolm absorbed the force as it slammed into him, he smiled softly as he brushed his flowing cape back into place.

"I suppose you think you can fight me and win? Do you fool yourself this way Vampyre?" Malcolm asked Lestat, his voice evoking a challenge. His hot blood boiled for the kill and what better way than to cool the urge than by slaughtering the foul creature which VonMina adored. The Keeper stepped towards the door, his blonde tress's blew serpent like in the wind, he beckoned for Lestat.

Logan held Lestat fast. He knew Malcolm meant to kill Lestat for sport, to appease his anger and jealousy. Lestat glanced down to Logan's hand upon his wrist and twisted it free. Logan gripped him again, only this time he pulled Lestat down to him and kissed him upon the lips gently. Lestat stiffen in surprise and relaxed into the kiss, closing his eyes, forgetting instantly of Malcolm.

Malcolm growled deeply as he watched Logan defy him openly. This behaviour had to come to an end once and for all.

"VONMINA!!!!" Malcolm growled dangerously as he advanced upon the to kissing predators. Just before he reached them, Logan broke the kiss and lay back softly against the downe comforter and bedding. Megale had fallen asleep in Logan's lap, wrapped in a small blanket. Lestat spun around upon the advancing Keeper and squared off with him face to face. Logan held his breathe as they stared each other down.

"I am not afraid of you, Nether Creature. I am not afraid of any of you. Be as it may, you passed the order to kill my son and nearly successed and now you want my lover to submit to your evil whims. You are not only damned but crazy!!!" Lestat spoke clearly and slow, weighing each word, his eyes two cold orbs of ice. He moved closer to Malcolm, defying all rules of personal space. They were only inches apart.

"I alone did not pass the order for your son's death. Your son's MOTHER passed the first order by giving birth to him Vampyre. All of this began when VonMina decided to become a renegade. And it is very unfortunate that ALL of you must die for his transgression. It is good you are not afraid of us, which means you are not afraid to die." Malcolm replied with a calmness which unnerved Logan. There was much he was not revealing.

"ALL of whom?" Logan asked with a pending dread. Malcolm stepped away from Lestat and levitated upward, his feet now above the floor. His eyes glowed purple as he spoke.

"Your Werewolf Clan is dead, Sweet VonMina. Each and every one of them, all the way down to the child still in their mothers womb." Malcolm replied with an evil hiss.

"YOU LIE!!!" Logan shouted as he raised up from the bedding, placing his son down gently. He stood up, naked and angry. Sorrow filled his heart. "NO!" Logan pondered silently. "Not Shamun, Paige, Dewitt, Sammy.....ALL THE OTHERS!!!!" Logan stumbled forward, pushing Lestat aside gently as he approached the towering Keeper.

"PLEASE MALCOLM, SAY IT ISN'T TRUE!!!" Logan pleaded tearfully.

"Have you ever known me to lie to you Mina? They fought a great battle but lost. You trained them well, but they were not immortal and unfortunately they lost their lives for that reason." Malcolm replied without any emotion. He watched Logan's sorrow without any movement, he smiled wickedly as he continued.

"And your lovely Beverly, she was quite useful from the beginning of things. You see, I would enter her body and use it for my secret assessment of your life as the Leader of the Dark Reicht. Poor thing, she would put up a very good fight but in the end I would take her consciuosness over and walk amongst the Clan. All of your vain promises to her, you never intended to keep. The girl was a pathetic wretch. So, I used her one last time to trick this Blood Sucker to capture you, but the attempt failed so I killed her. I burst from her constricting form as she screamed in pain and agony. Splitting her body in half as I stepped free into the night air. Her blood cried out as well as her damned soul......."

Logan begin to scream in horror as the realization overshadowed him. His Clan, all of them were DEAD. DEAD at the hands of the very creature which swore he would take care of him forever. Logan slapped Malcolm with such force he flew threw the door of the cottage, ripping out the entire wall as he went. The force of the blow caused the wind in the glen to rise, the trees swayed and broke into, crashing to the earth. Logan stepped out into the clearing, his eyes burned red as hot coals, flexing his wrists quickly, a green fire enveloped his form as he walked. Lestat gently placed his son snuggly against his chest and ran from the cottage, searching for Logan and the Keeper. There, in the clearing of the glen stood Logan, now clothed in black and scarlet.

The red transparent cloak he wore flowed softly with the breeze, around his slim waist hung two tinkling gold waist bracelet, his prominent, muscled buttocks were slinkly covered by a wrap of black transparent, glistening material which twined around and down his entire body, covering each of his ample thighs and long legs. Around each wrist were multiple bracelets and charms, upon each finger several rings of gold and silver. His huge mass of waist length curls flowed seductively from beneath a gold and silver headdress which framed his prominent hairline. Lestat's acute hearing caused him to glance to the beautiful apprehensions feet. Charms and chains tinkled and chimed as he walked, upon his once naked feet now were black boots with stiletto heels of gold and silver. He shimmered as he advanced upon the Keeper. Lestat knew from past experience to take to the sky and he did. Megale had to be protected at all cost, but he would not be far if Logan needed his help.

"You should have never come here Malcolm. You should have never answered my call for help to revealed the deceit and cruelty which truly lay dormant within your damned soul. They died for my cause and I thank each and everyone of them for being valiant and truthfull till the end. None of them deserved death at your hands." Logan spoke with sorrow and anger fusing together.

"Again you have raised your hands against the Council in rebellion. You are as foolish as that damned Vampyre you love!!!! Why must you continue to fight Mina, it is over!! It ended centuries ago. Why do you continue to relive this morbid past? Why is it MY LOVE for you was not enough or Andre's love meant so little to you? Why did you submit yourself under our rulership if you meant to rebel and die at MY HANDS, Precious One?!!!" Malcolm replied with tenderness and an urgency to Logan. He braced himself to battle the seductive creature before him. Malcolm raised his hands above his head and called upon the powers of Hell to assist him. The earth rumbled and opened before him as Hellhounds crawled from the earth, frothing and gnashing their teeth.

"Surrender VonMina!! Or prepare to be forced into submission. You will face judgement and punishment for your treachery. If I have to fight you I will and I will be VICTORIOUS!!!!" Malcolm exclaimed, his purple gaze fixed almost hypnotically upon Logan. "Surrender beautiful one and allow me to mark you as my OWN!!! One such as Andre' deserves nothing as delectable as you. Hark unto my voice as I speak, all it will take is one night of us together....alone in your lair." Malcolm pleaded as he advanced upon the succulent creature before him.

"You will never kiss my ass as Andre' did Malcolm but all the dogs of Hell this battle shall be crammed up YOUR CRUEL ASS!!! FUCK YOU!!!" Upon saying this Logan clapped his hands together and released a bolt of green fire and lightning towards Malcolm, it crashed into the Keeper as thunder. Without hesitation Logan instantly rotated his wrists swiftly, commanding the elements of matter to his aid. Within seconds he held the battle axe he carried from the lake. Before Malcolm could react from the onslaught of the fire and lightning, Logan was upon him with the axe, chopping and slashing at his throat. Malcolm dodged the whirling blade by inches as he begin to counter attack the swift movements of the agile Dark Master. Logan cut at Malcolm twirling the huge blade quickly, catching his cape in the sharp jagged edges of it's tip as he whirled with excellent skill dodging the deadly slice.

Logan stepped back and screamed as a banshee. The earth begin to rumble, splitting open as the high pitch shreik ran the earth as a whiplash beneath the surface, exploding as it traveled toward Malcolm. Logan begin to sprint and flew into the air towards the Keeper as he dodged the explosive waves by diving and rolling across the cracking earth. Swinging the blade with deadly accuracy, Logan cut for Malcolms head.

Suddenly, Malcolm swirled around, levitated with the grace of a God and extended his arms outward and flexed his wrist as he folded his legs underneath him indian style. Everything which moved and breathed stopped in mid movement. Logan felt himself slowing down and cursed Malcolm from his very soul. The Keeper had called upon the Spirit of Time and Motion. Malcolm levitated above the earth, the victor, the conqueror. He threw back his head and laughed with an evil mockery . His four canines dripped with spittles as he laughed, his eyes burned a deep, black, purple as he uncrossed his legs and walked upon the air towards Logan.

Part 21

Louis shoved Lestat away from him as he walked towards the sleeping siren. Lestat had gone too far this time, bringing home some cinnamon haired whore and with his son in tow of all people. Louis glanced around at Lestat with disgust as he sat down beside the beautiful creature.

"Have you no shame Lestat! How dare you bring this...this...THING home and of all the people to witness your infidelities it has to be your SON!!!" Louis chimed as he brushed the hair from the sleeping visitors bruised and battered face. "Bring me a damp cloth and a bowl of warm water. She's been hurt. What did you do to this poor wretched thing?!! And besides, Where is Logan? Did you find him, you know Megale can not make it without him to suckle him." Louis ranted as Armand placed the bowl of water and cloth down beside the bed.

"Louis, please! Slow down DAMN YOU!!! That poor wretched thing IS Logan!!" Lestat shouted as he rubbed his temples. He felt a dull ache in his skull. "Vampires do not have headaches" Lestat chanted over and over to himself. Louis' pouty lips went slack as he peered into the face of the........LOGAN!!! Louis sprang up swiftly, dropping the damp cloth to the floor as he tried to think clearly, to place a resemblance of the young, tall, handsome man he once knew to this...this....BITCH!!!

Armand stooped beside the bed to pick up the damp cloth when suddenly he came face to face with the now awake new Logan. Armand felt a lump rise in his throat as he slowly stood erect. Logan's eyes burned with an evil light as he stared deep within Armands dark eyes.

"Hello, Vampire Urchin" Logan whispered to Armand with a wicked smile, then chuckled softly as he settled back into the pillows. Armand mentally tried to communicate with Lestat but his thoughts were blocked, scrambled.

"This is NOT Logan, Lestat. You are greatly mistaken. This....whatever it is has fooled you and caused you to bring it into our home. I demand that you make her leave, and I mean RIGHT NOW!!!!" Louis shouted as he folded his arms across his chest. "I refuse to sleep here with her in this house!!"

"Louis?" Logan said gently as he reached for the slender fingers of his once forever love. Louis' eyes widened as he recognized the voice of Logan but he thought it to be a trick.

"Liar!! Shapeshifter!!! DEMON!!!" Louis screamed as he stepped away from Logan. "What have you done with him? I swear if you have harmed him, I WILL KILL YOU!!!!"

"Please Louis, listen to Lestat. He speaks the truth. I am Logan but just slightly altered, alittle bent out of shape for the time being. We have much to discuss and I think Lestat would agree." Logan replied quietly as he craddled a fussing Megale to his chest.

Louis sat down beside Logan with the ease of a cat. His heart hammered inside his chest as he touched the soft skin of this new creature. Logan opened his thoughts to Louis for reassurance and revealed the last time they were together. Louis blushed and placed his hand upon Logan's thigh.

"I never had a chance to tell you how sorry I am for what I did to you. Hurting you for abandoning me was all I could think of. You promised me so much, and gave so little in the end. Logan, you convinced me to love you then..........Megale was born." Louis spoke low and calm, almost tearful.

"Louis, Megale was originally planned to be OUR child. The night we fought Andre' I thought it was all planned so perfectly, I thought nothing could go wrong. Then Lestat appeared in my tent like a ghost making threats and being a total DICK about Ashante' and you. I had to ensure the birth of my son to be safe, so I promised Lestat your and Ashante's rightful return to him and Marius. There was no other way to turn. The plan was to take the Emerald Fire from you, consumme it myself, ensuring you had no part of the catastrophe of that dreadful night, then stealthly wisk you away to a secret place and give birth, allowing your DNA to enter the unborn child. I had no intentions of Lestat fathering Megale. By God, I despised him with all my being. Secretly, I desired to kill him so that I could possess you but.......somehow, it all just happened all wrong. Something went wrong......." Logan's voice trailed away as he saw the hurt in Lestat's eyes. "Well, it is the truth!!! You wanted the truth, so there it is!!!! I FUCKED UP!!!" Logan shouted as he stared from Louis' tortured expression to Lestat's bitter violet eyes.

Thrusting Megale to Louis, Logan bolted from the bed and strided for the balcony. Lestat and Louis both shot forward, gripping hold of Logan's wrists. Megale, in the middle of it all, thinking it to be a game, he giggled and playfully placed his tiny hands upon Lestat's and Louis' fingers. The two vampires eyed each other with surprise and suspicion. Neither one breaking his hold upon the young Titan. Armand stepped up to the trio and gently pryed Lestat's fingers loose first then Louis'. With the tenderness of a father Armand scooped Megale from Louis' grasp and placed him gently into Logan's waiting arms. Turning back to the two vampires, Armand spoke with the calm wisdom of an Ancient, his dark eyes reflecting understanding and sorrow.

"Let him go." Armand said softly, barely above a whisper. "Let him go."

Part 22

Logan stepped out upon the balcony with his son and took flight, never looking back. He felt his heart tearing apart as he flew higher. Why had he allowed himself to become involved with Lestat? How did love grow so strong and quick between them? Logan pondered concerning Louis. He wanted Louis more than anything in the world, more than life itself. He clutched Megale closer as the wind grew stronger and a chill filled the early evening air. The baby cooed and fondled his nipple through the sheer material.

"Just a little farther, little imp, and I will feed you as much as you can hold this night." Logan reassured the child. He could feel his nipples responding to the child's need. They tingled gently and grew erect as the life substaining honey laced liquid begin to seep onto his clothing. Just as he begin his descension, the pressure of two strong, massive arms encircled his waist, pressing his lithe body against a form which seemed made of raw steel. Logan could feel the rippled muscles of the creature which carried him higher and faster up into the night sky. He did not fight or resist in any way, he wanted to be carried far away and just left someplace to die with his son in peace.

Andre' held Logan close to him, his need to touch and feel the Young Master quenched. His heart longed to hear the words "I Love You" from Logan's ruby lips as he caressed the massive curls which blew in the wind beneath him, snaking its' way through his fingers as if to ward off his touch. Logan turned slowly against Andre', twisting his body around until he faced his mysterious abductor, clutching hold of Andre's body with one arm around his massive back, Logan pressed Megale close between them, as he tied the child in place around his chest and bundled the scarlet cape around them. Glancing up for the first time to his faceless abductor, Logan's eyes stretched in surprise as he pressed his face to Andre's shoulder to ward off the cold. Andre' felt Logan's heartbeat quicken as the Young Titan recognized him.

Logan had become Andre's masterpiece! A creation beyond any work the other Warlocks of Hell could accomplish. No Warlock had ever attempted the process of transforming a human being into a living, breathing Minion of Hell. But Logan was proof that it could be done even if the process could never be repeated, the Young Titan had become a Dark Master. Andre' squeezed Logan's tight ass as he descended to the earth. Tonight, Andre' declared he would accept no refusal. Tonight, Logan would come back to him or DIE!

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Lestat and Louis stood staring at each other as Logan disappeared into the night sky. Neither Vampire moved or said a word. Lestat stepped back a few paces from Louis, his face clearly etched with loss and confusion. Louis walked to the balcony and stared into the night.

"Megale should have been mine." Louis said softly as he turned to Lestat.

"Well, he is not." Lestat replied flatly as he stared Louis up and down matter-of-factly.

"You should never have the joy of being a father after what you did to Claudia." Louis said with a hint of sorrow etching through.

"You should have NEVER brought that up. Why do you insist on throwing her death in my face? Why can't you just let it be, enjoy life for the here and now?!!!" Lestat replied almost belligerant with grief over the loss of his son and Logan.

"Why did you allow yourself to love him so much? Even after all we did behind your back?" Louis asked as he slowly walked towards Lestat now. Genuine curiosity and the want to know flooding his emerald green eyes.

Lestat flopped down upon his bed and begin to rub behind his neck, relieving the tension. He silently pondered Louis' questions for what seemed as an eternity before he spoke. Louis settled next to Lestat on the huge bed, facing him with one leg drawn up underneath him waiting for an answer.

"I forgave you Louis but I never forgave Logan. Thinking it wise to keep an eye on him through the agreement to join forces to protect our son, I thought I could keep him away from you until........until you begin to love me again. The nearer he was to me, the safer I felt concerning you because I could always know where he was and what he did at all times. His presence became a safety factor for our torn relationship to mend by or so I thought. I wanted you to come to me so badly and just ask me to sit with you, talk with you, touch you. But you never did. You were bitter and cold towards me, venting your selfish anger whenever I came near you. I do not fault you for loving him, I once left you for someone and Yes, I did love her greatly. She was my very world......." Lestat dropped his face in his hands as he sighed aloud, suddenly he felt tired and old.

"Akasha." Louis replied as he shifted his leg down and stared blankly at the floor. Yes, they were finally even. "You forgave me because of your love for Akasha." Louis said in wonderment as he glanced to Lestat's face.

"Logan became your Akasha, Louis. You lived and breathed for every moment you were with him. You would hunger for his touch, his embrace, kisses. He gave you the sunlight, strength, hope, independence and a sense of belonging. He is a rare jewel, my friend. More precious than diamonds and gold because when he loves he loves from his very being, his soul. I experienced how powerful his love can be, how addictive it is, how when you think he has given you all he can give, he reaches way down deep within himself and gives even more. It is such a sad thing that Hell claimed him eons ago as it's own." Lestat stood up upon saying this and strolled for the door. Louis jumped to his feet in surprise, following Lestat to the door.

"Is that it? There must be more for you to tell. Lestat, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!!!" Louis finally spat out as he clutched Lestat's shoulder to stop him.

"I am going to find Logan before it is too late. My son is still out there and I will not let him down. Never will my son ever say I was not there for him. Hate me, shun me, scorn me. Do what you will, but I will never turn my back on the MOTHER of my son." Lestat replied as he strolled pass Marius and Armand as they entered the room.

"Lestat, wait." Loius asked as he pulled on his overcoat. "I am going with you."

Lestat halted at the front door as he allowed Louis to catch up. Marius and Armand came bolting down stairs quickly, Armand threw his hand up to silence Marius.

"Count me in Lestat. We will go together and do whatever it takes to get them back." Armand said with quiet confidence. Turning to Marius, the three younger vampires waited for his reply. Marius stared from each one, he grimaced and scratched his chin sighing softly.

"Alright, I will go but do not say I did not warn you of Logan's treacherous ways. He is deceitful and full of tricks."

"I guess Daniel and Ashante' will remain behind for safetys sake. If anything should go wrong, at least we will have someone waiting in the wings to call for backup." Armand suggested.

"Then let's do this!!" Lestat replied as he took to the sky with Louis. Lestat felt good now, his friends were behind him on his choice. He once again thought of the Werewolf Clan and how alone Logan must feel. His people were all in the grave and Beverly, beautiful, beatiful Beverly. The wind carried away Lestat's blood tears as he imagined the pain and fear she must have felt when she realized that there was no one near to help. She died a very lonely and horrible death at the hands of a vengeful, rejected lovelorned High Priest. And Lestat swore that he would not allow Logan to perish of the same fate.

TBC (HELLO EVERYBODY!!! THE END IS DRAWING NEAR AND THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET REAL HOT !!!!)

Part 23

Megale suckled gently as he listened to Andre' and Logan argue. He giggled each time Andre' raised his booming voice in irritation, licking Logan's nipple playfully as he resumed his suckling. Andre' smiled despite his anger as he stared at the silly baby.

"He must be a joy to you inspite of the situation." Andre' said to Logan with a fatherly smile.

"Megale is my entire world, now. Nothing means more to me than his safety." Logan replied as he playfully pulled his nipple from the babies mouth just to feel him suck it back in between his soft tiny lips gently.

"Why did you leave me Logan?" Andre' questioned as he sat down beside the Young Titan, stealthly placing his arm near his thigh.

"I told you a thousand times, Andre'. You lied to me, promising me power and leadership but what did you do? You cursed me with the ability to bare children, taking away my life giving seed, casting it to the sea." Logan replied with growing anger. "I do not wish to discuss this any further. You are making me mad, not to mention sorrowful and vengeful again."

"Young One, it was you who broke the first promise. You have always broken your promises and you know this to be true." Andre' replied as he caressed Megales silken curls. The baby reached for Andre's huge fingers.

"Well, maybe I have but you still lied." Logan said flatly, narrowing his eyes wickedly.

"I made you for me and me only Logan. Remember when you promised to have MY children and stay with me for all eternity. Our plans of a big family, a home someplace in Montana to make you happy, acres and acres of property for your Mustanges and farm." Andre' spoke soft and beguiling, evoking sweet memories from Logan's past.

Logan begin to rock Megale to sleep as he listened to Andre' go on and on of their broken future. Logan begin to wonder if he really was just as terrible as people proclaimed him to be. Looking into Andre' deep blue eyes, he saw love and safety there, someone who wanted something so bad they would do whatever it took to claim it. Why did he run? What was the purpose of all the trouble he caused? Was it really because of the fact Andre' altered his body or was it because.......................he knew in his heart he would always haunt his mortal life. Days gone by of gunfights, the fear in his enemies eyes, the screams, the rapes, the hangings, the knifings, gambling......it all seemed just as a dream now. It was as if that life never existed and it angered him. The real Logan Bradley HAD died long ago as Malcolm said. There was no point in running anymore. Yes, he would face the Ancient Council, plead guilty and go quietly with Andre'. Maybe he could still live the life he promised the blue eyed monster, maybe they could have a family, a farm, a few thousand Mustanges, some property. Yeah, he could handle that.

Logan felt the soft, silken pressure of Andre's lips upon his, startling him back to reality. Megale whined gently and pushed against Andre', his violet eyes flashing with anger and resentment. Andre' laughed aloud as the baby pushed against him several times.

"He will come to understand in time that you and his fathers relationship could never be. Children learn fast or I can cast a spell........" Logan leaned away from Andre' and stood up with his tiny son.

"You see, there you go again!!! Trying to change things from there natural state to suit you!!! YOU WILL NOT ENCHANT MY SON!!!!" Logan ranted as he glared at Andre'. "I am out of here, enough of trying to settle things between us, you are a MONSTER!!!!"

"Logan, please wait! I was only kidding with you, I meant no harm." Andre' replied with mirth as he watched Logan stroll away with his son. Andre' stood up and followed Logan, his body tingling from the soft kiss. "I want to make love to you Logan." Andre' grimaced with regret as Logan stopped dead in mid stride and whirled to face him. He waited for the ugly onslaught of words that only Logan could think to tell him.

"Why did you take so long to ask? Isn't that the supreme reason you abducted me in flight? To jump my ragged bones and brag for the next two centuries how good you are, how huge you are, how I took you down my throat, how I can take it up the ass and not break a stroke.?" Logan chimed with an evil smile across his full lips. Andre' was silent.

"WELL?" Logan spat the word at Andre', his silence annoyed him. It always did when they argued. Megale lay asleep in Logan's arms now. "I need someplace to lay my son. Are you going to cast a spell or what? Do I have to do everything?" Logan ranted with impatience.

"You are a real bitch, a pain in the fucking ass. Your new form suits you well Young One." Andre' commented with a smirk.

"Just cast the spell before I die of chills and we won't be able to make love then, would we?" Logan replied solemly.

Andre' merely flexed his index finger towards a slightly cleared space of ground and a medium sized tent slowly materialized, a hologramic image, diffusing with the elements of the air, becoming solid matter. Logan went in immediately and placed Megale down on the tent bedding. He smiled at the thought of Andre' remembering he adored feather bedding to sleep upon. He stripped down naked and stepped outside into the cool evening. A warm water spring now bubbled gently adjecant to the tent, a few feet away. Andre' had carefully considered everything.

Logan casually walked to the spring and waded in. The warm water caressed his chilled flesh as he waded into the center of the spring. He closed his eyes as he felt the strong fingers of Andre' begin to knead his shoulders and back. Forgiveness in Hell always carried a high price and Logan had more than once paid it in full. He relaxed into Andre's heated caresses of his body and instantly orgasmed. Andre' held him close, his huge body pressed against Logan's dimpled back. Andre' snaked his fingers between Logan's lush mounds and pushed two of his fingers deep within his silken orifice not allowing the sensation to taper off but increase. Logan called out passionately as he leaned forward to feel the full intensity of Andre's probing fingers. Logan closed his eyes and let his mind drift freely through the broken waves of preternatural communication. Linking to Lestat's consciousness, he spoke to him.

"Lestat, please do not pursue me any farther. I have made my decision to be with Andre' and return to where I belong. Megale will be taken care of and loved as much as my heart will allow. Please understand, I can not continue to hurt you and Louis in such a cruel way. I belong in Hell for all the things I have done and will do in the future. Forgive me sweet Prince."

Lestat frowned as he flew faster. He listened to Logan's petty bullshit excuses with deepening anger. Once again Marius had proven right concerning the renegade siren. There was no depth to Logan's sleaze and betrayal, he simply had no conscious or morale. But he would not take his son with him on his road to hell. Lestat hardened his heart to Logan and held his peace. He listened in silence as he heard the faint screams of passion and lust from Logan drift away in silence.

Part 24

Lestat followed the residual waves of Logan's last thoughts or rather screams. That would be one thing that Lestat knew he would tire of quickly if Logan had been his true lover. Stuffing a sock down his screaming throat during love making would be his first attempt to quiet such a verbal lover. Did sex feel just that good to the Young Titan? Lestat pulled Louis closer at the thought. Louis always mewled, but not loud and vulgar, the sweet Creole had morale and dignity, no blatant sexual habits at all. A perfect gentleman so to speak. Now, LOGAN!! Another world entirely!

The point of Lestat's thoughts were not to make Logan seem cheap and as a whore but to try and understand his wayward ways. Why so evil and perverse? Why did he have to have wild, painful sex? Yes, he had been through a million enchantments and spells by Andre's hands, trained to be a sex slave and created to be the ultimate war machine but how did it all fit together. Lestat felt the hurt and rejection overshadow him as he remembered Logan's words "I secretly wanted to kill Lestat to possessive you, I hated him" So, Logan had used him to be close to Louis all along. He remembered how he punched Logan several times in the mouth, beat him repeatively.........abused him because of how he tore his life apart then entered his heart stealthly day after fucking day.

Lestat picked up on Megale's tiny waves!!! His son was right below them. Smiling wickedly to himself, Lestat begin to descend. The battle had returned between him and Logan only this time he would face his alter ego LustAlunia VonMina and of course that damned Warlock, Andre'. As Lestat's feet touched the ground, instantly he and Louis were attacked!

Andre' slammed a bolt of red lightning into the both of them. Louis screamed as he hurled several feet into the air, crashing into Marius and Armand, they instantly caught Louis as they quickly descended to the earth. Lestat took the bolt head on with a smooth flex of his mind, sending it back to Andre' who leapt smoothly aside as it passed him, bursting into the ground with an evil rumble. Andre' stood erect, his towering height and massive muscles, even more threatening than their last encounter. Lestat felt a lump rise in his throat as he braced himself. Now that Andre' had Logan on his side, confidence radiated from him as a light.

"So, you found us." Andre' said with a soft chuckle.

"And?" Lestat retorted with a smirk.

"I guess you think Logan still want to be with you and your silly coven? Well, he doesn't Vampire. Sorry to say this, but you have LOST!!" Andre' replied calmly. "I suggest you take your friends and begone, we do not have a quarrel anymore. I have what I desired now, go in peace."

"Do you think it will be just this easy to take my SON TO HELL!!! FUCK LOGAN!!! He can do as he choose, but not with my FUCKING SON!!!!" Lestat felt his temper rising, he clenched his fists as he stepped forward. "Where is my son, Andre'? Where is Logan? I want to talk to him."

"I will tell him you are here, but I warn you Vampire, you are wasting your time." Andre' replied with a mocking smile as he turned and walked towards the clearing. Lestat turned and touched Louis' face with his index finger.

"Are you alright? You do not have to stay here Louis. Go home, please! I do not want you to get hurt. Logan has changed and there is no telling what state of mind he is in." Lestat pleaded with Louis, his eyes tearing up as he spoke.

"I want to stay Lestat. Megale is your son and we will not leave without him. No matter what Logan has decided for himself, he should not harm the baby because of it. I will be alright."
Louis replied with a burning fire within his green eyes.

Armand and Marius walked silently beside Lestat and Louis, their ancient powers and force ebbing dangerously. Tonight, there would be no turning back for them, Megale would be freed from the clutches of those Hellions. Armand scanned the clearing, searching for any lurking beast or apprehensions. Marius quietly stood aloft from the younger Vampires as he waited for the appearance of Logan.

Logan walked softly through the darkness, he shimmered as gold and silver. His trinkets and bracelets tinkling gently. Lestat's eyes focused on the stiletto heels of the Young Titans boots. Their edges were sharp as blades and they sparked fire as he stepped upon stones and rocks in his wake. Their eyes meet and Lestat stepped back as he saw the raw evil coursing through Logan's smoldering golden brown eyes. The evil had returned and stronger than before. Armand felt his cock harden as he let his eyes slice up and down Logan's scantily clad body. This was not going to be an ordinary battle Armand concluded as he stepped close to Marius who also had a reasonable sized erection.

"Why have you followed me after I warned you not to?" Logan questioned Lestat.

"You have something once again which belongs to me VonMina." Lestat replied coolly as he stepped forward to Logan.

"Stay back Lestat! Take your friends and leave. There is nothing here for you." Logan replied sternly.

"Why are you giving up your freedom to return to the very Hell you despise? Have you lost your mind? What has Andre' threatened you with or promised you VonMina?" Lestat inquired with building anxiety. He wanted to take Logan in his arms and hold him, touch him, tell him he had a CHOICE!

"It is best that my reasons die with me Lestat. I have no life if it is not with Andre'. They will haunt me forever until I am destroyed if I do not return to Hell." Logan placed a trembling hand across his mouth as he realized he had spoken the reasons without thinking. Lestat held back a smile of mirth as he stepped closer to Logan. The merging of their souls paid off in full at that moment.

"VonMina, please come with us. You do not have to stay with us any longer, that is, if you choose not to. Pick your new home anywhere you desire, but do not let them force you to submit. You are no ones property, no man's slave." Lestat pleaded gently. Louis stepped from the shadows, touching Logan's arm gently.

"Listen to Lestat, Logan. We only want what is best for you, for Megale. We talk shit as if we could care less about your choices but in reality we love you too. We all should die every day for the evil things we do but we are still alive, to repeat the same evil over and over again. Please, come with us, do not do this!!" Louis begin to weep silently, blood tears coating his cheeks.

Logan turned to Louis and pulled him against his chest, kissing him hungrily as he caressed Louis' soft, yeilding body. Louis melted into Logan's lithe form, their bodies fitting together snugly, perfectly. Lestat's mouth fell open as he staggered back from the two, beautiful beings. Andre' bolted forward and jerked Logan away from Louis, slapping Logan hard across the face, knocking him to the ground.

"I should have known you would turn against me. You and your filthy, worthless promises and succulent body. Once again you have deceived me into thinking you care about us as a whole, as lovers! I should end it for you right now, take you out of your GODDAMN MISERY!!" With this said Andre's left hand begin to glow yellow and white, the heat from the force was atonishing, it melted the rocks, singed the leaves of the nearby trees, as it shot forth from his hand, slamming into VonMina's body. VonMina screamed in pain as the electric force penetrated his body, coursing thru him. Louis attacked Andre' punching him in the face and jabbing his elbow forward catching him under the chin. Andre' moaned and dropped to one knee, shaking his head, warding off the powerful blows. Lestat immediately flew into action, kicking Andre' in the face and across the temples.

"Bind his hands, QUICK!!" Armand shouted as he threw the chains to Lestat. Lestat intercepted the chains and wrapped them quickly around Andre's wrist, melting the links together with the force of his mind. Marius lifted VonMina's head gently as he checked him for any signs of life. The Young Titan stirred and coughed. Brushing his curls from his face Marius scooped him up, Louis walked up to Marius and kissed VonMina on the cheek.

There was a great rumble from beneath the earth, Lestat stood up quick as lightning, cursing as he took long strides toward the others.

"FUCK!!!! EVERYBODY GET BACK, BE ALERT!! THAT DAMN KEE-". Before Lestat could finish his warning, Malcolm burst from the hot earth, his purple eyes blazing fire and smoke. He levitated above the earth and begin to walk across the air, fluid and swift. Armand's mouth fell open, Marius mouthed the words "GOD HELP US" silently, Louis begin to run, pulling Marius along with him. Malcolm shot bolts of fire at Louis and Marius as they ran for cover. Lestat unholstered his double barreled shotgun and took to the air. The atmospshere hummed with electricity as the Brat Prince flew head long into Malcolm.

Part 25

Lestat blasted Malcolm straight into his eyes with both barrels. The Keeper screamed in agony as he gripped for his shattered eyes. Blood oozed from between his fingers as he howled in pain, dropping to his knees and flopping helplessly forward, face down then turning over onto his back, falling into a state of deep unconsciousness. Lestat descended beside his fallen foe with caution, peering into the dark holes which once were his eyes. A low purple glimmer could be seen far within their depths as flesh and cartillage fused and entwined itself which meant HE WAS HEALING HIMSELF AND FAST!!!!

Lestat quickly reholstered his shotgun and called for Armand.

"Armand!!! We need to get out of here and fast!!! He is healing himself and we do not have much time. Where is Marius and Louis?" Lestat glanced around nervously, things were heating up , becoming unpredictable.

Marius and Louis walked up to Lestat and Armand, fear etched in their eyes. Marius laid VonMina down gently, he had not stirred for quite some time. Lestat kneeled beside the fallen siren and stroked his cheek.

"He has suffered enough, Marius. We have got to help him somehow. There must be a way to restore him to his original form. He will never survive this way, he has become too weak." Lestat said with concern as he scooped Logan up in his arms and took to the sky. He had to find Megale and fly him to safety. Tonight would be a long night and blood was upon the moon. Lestat knew in his heart he fight unto the death this night, he knew he would not and could not be stopped until Logan and his son would be forever unmolested by Hell and it's damned minions.

Armand cursed aloud as he noticed Andre' had escaped during the intrusion of the Keeper.

"FUCK!!! That damned Warlock has escaped!! Louis, come with me. We have to find him and fast before he unites with only God knows who or whatever else and return for revenge." Armand turned to Louis and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him against him, he also took to the sky.

"Be careful and alert, Amedeo!!! We do not know what these creatures are capable of or what powers they truly possess!!!" Marius shouted as Armand disappeared from sight. Marius frowned deeply as he heard the snap of a nearby twig, he spun around and came face to face with a huge fist slamming hard into his face. He reeled backwards, stumbling to keep his balance, blood spurted from his mouth as he bit his tongue. Another fist connected to his temple as a blow to his chest sent him sailing through the air, crashing into a nearby thicket. Marius tried to regain his composure, to think, to send a message to Lestat but blackness descended upon him as the grave.
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Andre' dropped Marius into a deep pit within his lair and commanded one of the Dark Master's to guard him.

"KILL HIM if he tries to escape!!! Have NO mercy!" Andre' commanded as he walked towards his crystal ball, his huge frame hunched over menacingly as he seethed silently over loosing Logan. Malcolm arose from a nearby table, his eyes once again burned purple with life. Andre' chuckled as he watched Malcolm levitate, a deep frown across his handsome face as he recollected the pain of the blast to his eyes.

"I have never felt such agony in all my eternal life. What manner of beings are these ...Vampyres?" Malcolm questioned Andre' barely above a whisper as he floated closer.

"They are creatures without regret, My friend. They have no feelings of love or sense of purpose. They live night after night feeding upon the blood of the living. They are leeches." Andre' replied with venom, gritting his teeth together as he stared into his crystal.

"The Vampyre Lestat searches for his son but I have the child with me. Syvelle, your little pet, has become quite attached to him already." Andre' said as he begin to cast a spell over Armand and Louis.

Malcolm's heart begin to race at Andre's words.

"Why have you involved him in this!!! He has no part in this quarrel!!"

"Some one had to attend to the child, WE can not!! He became overjoyed when I told him that the silly baby belonged to VonMina. Besides, it will be soon time for him to bear a heir and he needs the practice." Andre' replied as he turned to study the Blonde Priest. Malcolm lowered to the earth and begin to pace back and forth.

"You should have never done this thing. Now Syvelle is involved. VonMina will come for his child and that damn Vampyre will be with him and they will come straight for my ....... Syvelle." Malcolm felt his heart grow warm as well as his entire body. Yes, he was in love.........once again.

"Your precious little Dark Master will not be harmed, this I promise. The giggling little baby will be used as bait to lure VonMina before the Ancient Council for judgement. When this is done, the child will be turned over to you for teaching and VonMina will be put away quietly and in time, he will be forgotten." Andre' replied with a soft smile. He watched as Malcolm silently walked away from him and out his lair. The High Priest carried himself as a Prince, his head held high, squared shoulders and a confident stride. Andre' begin to chuckle with mirth as he imagined the hereditary combination of Malcolm and Syvelle's children.

"They will be absolutely beautiful." Andre' said aloud as he turned back to his crystal ball.

Part 26

Lestat smoothly descended to the ground. His preternatural senses could not detect a single thought from his son. Lying Logan down gently, Lestat stared in his face, he seemed so perfect and beautiful when he slept. His mortal death at the age of seventeen remained to haunt him in each reflection of a mirror. Lestat knew the pain Logan felt each night he awoke to prowl the earth as a predator. His own reflection haunting him also, but still.......he felt no regrets. If he had the chance to do it all over again, Lestat knew in his heart he would not change a thing......except, maybe a few things just for the sake of Louis.

Logan stirred and moaned languishly, a sensual smile played across his full lips. His eyes fluttered but did not open. Lestat sat down beside the young Titan, awaiting his awakening. Logan rolled over upon his stomache and raised up on his elbows and knees, his firm buttocks raised high as he arched his back inward. Lestat remained silent as he noticed Logan's eyes were still closed. Logan begin to undulate slowly as he uttered whispers of pleasure, biting his lower lip as he cooed and whimpered. Lestat shifted nearer to the whimpering siren as he listened closely to understand soft spoken words, names.

"OOOOOOH, Megale. Please, do not do this. Please." Logan whispered as he rolled over onto his back, he begin to struggle and fight the air above him. Lestat grabbed Logan and shook him awake, his violet blue eyes filled with rage at what he had just heard and witnessed. Logan pulled away from Lestat's vicious grip and begin to caress his bruised arms, wincing to himself.

"What manner of being are you Logan or should I say HAVE become to lie here before me and fantasize of Fucking your own son!!!!" Lestat asked heatedly, as he stood up and bore down on Logan's lithe form.

"What the HELL are you talking about? I would NEVER, EVER FUCK MY SON!!!" Logan spat up to Lestat's towering form as he scooted backwards across the ground for leverage and distance. Lestat reached out suddenly and jerked Logan up from the ground, then swiftly he titled Logan's chin upward by his index finger and raised him high above his head.

"What sort of games are you playing Mighty One? I will kill you and feed your damned corpse to Hell's Minions if you commit incest with my son. Maybe Hell has no rules or boundaries but MY world hold somethings sacred. Right this very instant I hold your life at my fingertip. If you move I can snap your neck with just a twitch of my finger. Now, tell me what were you dreaming and why?" Lestat seethed, his thoughts racing from Andre', Malcolm, Megale and then how all of it could be a setup master minded by Logan himself. Lestat clenched his teeth and raised Logan's chin higher. "TALK!! DAMN YOU!!"

"I have disturbing dreams of Megale as an adult, he comes to me and......" Logan broke off suddenly, ashamed and afraid. He felt the tendons and muscles in his neck stretch painfully, he screamed in pain as he stiffened his body.

"He comes to you and seduces you, am I right? AM I?!!!!!" Lestat shouted as he flexed his fingers around Logan's neck, squeezing gently. Lestat's cold gaze meet Logan's tearfilled golden eyes. Lestat laughed with scorn.

"Well, well, well. Finally the mighty Logan Bradley knows how it feels to be helpless, to have someone come along and threaten to destroy his precious world, his very life." Lestat lowered Logan down into his arms and embraced him gently. Logan slumped against Lestat and wept openly.

"Help me Lestat. Please!! Help me fight those demons!!!!They will forever torment me, hunt me, destroy my accomplishments. Those hellions desire my flesh. They want to ravish it, touch it, squeeze it. MY GOD!!!" Logan broke away from Lestat and begin to run. His head spinning wildly, he dashed blindly through the brushes and branches. The branches tore at his flesh and clothing, delirium had set in upon his heated brain. Lestat ran behind Logan thru the dense underbrush, once they entered a clearing Lestat dived for Logan's legs and dragged him down. The Young Titan clawed the earth as an animal, kicking and punching, trying to free himself. Lestat saw the wild glit in Logan's eyes and silently asked for forgiveness as he held Logan's struggling form down and slapped him several times.

"LOGAN!!!LOGAN!!! CALM DOWN!! TELL ME WHAT MUST I DO TO HELP YOU REGAIN YOUR ORIGINAL FORM. LOGAN!!!!!" Lestat shouted as Logan's awareness slowly returned. His breathing begin to slow as he focused his sight on the form above him. "What must you do to regain your original form, Logan?" Lestat inquired again softly as he caressed Logan's tearstained cheek.

"You must beat me, tear at my body, ravish me, make me scream in passion and pain. You must feed the creature Andre' created, my flesh was founded upon pain and lust Lestat. From this comes my true power." Logan replied weakly, his eyes filled with resentment and sorrow.

"Then that explains why no one will ever be victorious against you. The more they hurt you, the stronger you become. You need that form. You need that body of steel and unyeilding might. It is the only way you can defeat your enemies and I am willing to do whatever it takes to help you regain your powers." Lestat stood up and reached for Logan's slender hand.

"Then there is no better time than the present!!!" With this said, Logan gave Lestat an upper blow between his legs with his forearm. Lestat buckled over in pain. "HIT ME LESTAT!!! DO IT NOW WHILE THE PAIN IS STILL FRESH IN YOUR LOINS!!!!" Logan said with evil venom as he stood up before Lestat and kicked him in the face. Madness consummed Lestat as he tore up from the ground, his fangs bared. He slammed into Logan's fragile form with the force of a storm. Biting back the urge to stop, Lestat continued his onslaught. He slapped, kicked, punched and spat on Logan. Tearing the scant clothing from Logan's seductive body, Lestat tore loose vines and branches from a near by tree and begin to whip and lash the young Titan's body repeatively.

"THAT'S IT!!!!! MAKE ME HURT, MAKE ME SCREAM, MAKE ME FEEL EVERY OUNCE OF DELICIOUS PAIN YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME, VAMPIRE!!!!!" Logan screamed as he succumbed to the thrashing. He could feel his body heating up, his muscles tingled and throbbed deliciously. He felt the muscles of his back stretching, his buttocks were on fire from the thristles and thorns...but he LOVED IT!!! His entire body ached and pained, demanding his desires to kick into overdrive. Then suddenly, it came over him with a rush. The bone crushing orgasm which always fueled his entire existence. Logan's screams filled the night as he orgasmed over and over again. Lestat continued to beat Logan mercilessly. Blood sweat rained from him as he mindlessly performed the task at hand and despite the circumstances, Lestat found himself enjoying being the tyrant, the MASTER!!! He felt himself cresting to an orgasm as he saw Logan's form engulfed in a green fire as he screamed in ecstacy. Smoke filled the night air as the green fire smothered itself as quickly as it begin.

A smooth, masculine bronze hand reached from within the green smoke and stroked Lestat's bulging cock beneath his black overcoat, smoothly and skillfully, the bronze fingers unzipped Lestat's pants and firmly begin to knead his rock hard cock. Lestat relaxed into the sensation as he stared at the huge form stealthly easing into view from within the smoke. Gone, the tearfilled sorrowful eyes, gone the cascade of black swirling curls, gone the feminine curves, all gone. Lestat smiled and meet Logan's smoldering gaze as he crawled up to him. His muscles rippled gently as he lowered his full deep burgundy lips to Lestat's straining prick, precum dripped stickly from it's tip. Lestat closed his eyes as he awaited the warm, wet slippery feel of Logan's experienced tongue.

Logan ran his fingers through his full crown of hair smoothing back his lush bang as he licked Lestat's huge knob, savouring the taste of him. Rising from before the Blonde vampire, Logan swaggered away. Lestat opened his eyes in bewilderment and lust, his gaze fixed on Logan's prominent muscled ass as he arrogantly walked away.

Part 27

Syvelle brushed Megale's stray curl from his eyes. "Such a beatiful child" Syvelle thought, "If only I could bear such a child." Syvelle stared lovingly into Megale's violet eyes and smiled. The baby smiled and wiggled gently, burying his small face inside Syvelle's chest.

"So, you are shy, as well as beautiful." Syvelle said to the child as he kissed him atop his head. Megale cooed softly and begin to growl low and deep. Syvelle noticed the babies quick flicks of is tiny pink tongue against his pursed lips. A sure sign he had worked up an enormous appetite. Thinking to go to Andre' for advise to feed the child, Syvelle arose and exited his lair only to bump into Malcolm.

"Where are you slinking off to precious one?" Malcolm asked Syvelle as he placed a possessive hand around his waist and knodded to the child.

"He is hungry and I do not know how to care for him in such a fashion. Please, step aside I must go to Andre'." Syvelle replied impatiently as he tried to step pass the huge Priest.

"Why must you go to Andre' for everything, why not ask me to see if I have an answer." Malcolm replied gently.

Syvelle jumped with surprise at Malcolm's words and instantly went into a laughing fit. The baby joined in, his small giggles bouncing off the stone walls.

"YOU? Now, now my huge protective friend, what would you know of raising a child?" Syvelle chimed mockingly to Malcolm as he playfully bounced the giggling baby. Malcolm frowned menacingly and pressed against Syvelle firmly, baring his four huge canines as he spoke.

"You will know soon enough, my precious jewel. Soon enough." Malcolm pinned Syvelle against the cool stone wall, Megale frowned and squealed as he pushed against the towering Priest, not allowing himself to be crushed.

"Malcolm, the baby!! You are crushing the child!!! PLEASE!!!!" Syvelle screamed as he squeezed free of Malcolms crushing weight. Megale struck Malcolm with his tiny fist, a spark of yellow electricity burst from the child's tiny clenched fist and slammed powerfully into the High Priest, he jolted back several feet, stunned. Syvelle instantly kneeled before the Keeper, afraid for the baby's life.

"He is just a child, My Lord. He did not do it on purpose, babies sometimes--"

"SILENCE!! You know nothing of that child you hold to your chest Syvelle. Give him to me this instant. He is just the creature his parents are....willfull, unpredictable, and extremely powerful." Malcolm commanded as he reached for the baby. Syvelle clutched Megale closer to his chest, pleading with his eyes. Megale stared defiantly into Malcolm's purple eyes and growled low as he twined his tiny fingers through Syvelle's lush hair.

"You will not claim which is MINE, small one, as your blood sucking father claimed VonMina from Andre'. When you are older and wiser then and only then will you have a choice of an eternal mate. You will need much training, but for now I will respect you as an infant. I will not chastise you but I SHALL remember this moment." Malcolm spoke to Megale with cool authority as they stared each other down. The baby hiccuped and smiled as he pressed his face to Syvelle's hair.

"Take him to Andre', learn what you need to know and return to your liar immediately, Syvelle. Do not jest with me, precious one, fore I do not play games nor do I tolerate them. NOW, GO!!!!!!" Malcolm shouted as he turned his back to Syvelle, he was enraged and did not want his future mate to see his dark side. Syvelle hurriedly walked away, chattering nervously with Megale concerning his behaviour towards the Keeper.
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Andre' sat before Marius with curiuos disdain. He had seen many a Roman come through Hell's gates but none were quite like this one. Somewhere along the line, this one lucked up and was spared the visit. Marius dabbed his bleeding mouth as he stared back at Andre'.

"I see your Blonde Prince of Darkness has placed you in a very dangerous position. A position I fear will change all the world as your kind knows it." Andre'said seriously.

"And what position might that be?" Marius inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"You will meet with our Ancient Council concerning your interference with our Code of Orders. Surely you know that our kind and your kind agreed centuries ago never the twain shall allege." Andre' replied as he leaned forward and brushed the bits of earth and stone from Marius' blonde hair.

"I am aware of this agreement. But why do you seek to destroy one of your own? He is wise and powerful beyond his years and yet your Council speaks death for him, why?" Marius questioned. The huge Warlock smiled deeply as he settled back into his chair made of black marble.

"Unlike your kind, we do not reward treachery. Logan destroyed many of the Old Ones during his rise to power. He caused the fall of the Old Ways and developed his own Council. We have known for years of his incident against you and your secret lover known by the name of Ashante'. We never could seem to capture him and return him to his OWN kind for Logan's constant hiding of him. And as you know, since then Logan has just increasingly grown in power and strength. But, I, thinking ahead for safeties sake devised an element in his creation to halt his growth process by a period of gestation which slows his bodies muscle growth and causes a regression of all his bodily functions. Thus, was born his alter ego LustAlunia VonMina. In this state his powers and strength are weakened but his dark powers as a Dark Master are at their highest peak, he can destroy anything and anyone at just a thought. Logan became my most valuable weapon as well as my lover, he seemed content until I revealed his inability to sire children as a male. Then it seemed something came loose in his brain and he became as a madman." Andre's deep blue eyes overshadowed with sadness as he recollected the day Logan became a renegade. Marius spoke softly and kind in respect for the lovelorn Warlock.

"What do the Council intend to do with Logan once he is judged? Surely, you know."

"The Keepers of the Dark Masters are the Supreme Council of Hell. These alluring creatures are our most valuable and most well kept secret. When one goes bezerk or chooses to be UNMARKED, we merely put them away for reconditioning or lock them away for all eternity if they refuse to obey. Because I created him, he is only a Dark Master by circumstance not birth, so I have supreme council concerning him
and his fate." Andre' replied with a sigh.

"Then what do YOU INTEND to do with him?" Marius continued.

"Take him away, give him the freedom he has longed for since his recreation. His flesh longs for the sun, air, the sea......all the things of his mortal life. I can not destroy him or lock him away, it would be too cruel." The Warlock seemed almost human to Marius as they continued to converse. The raging, frothing Supreme Warlock of Hell seemed now only a gentle, deep blue eyed giant in comparison. His handsome features radiated as he talked about his only one reason for living.

"I do not mean to darken the moment my friend but what do you intend to do with US?" Marius asked.

"Oh, quite simple. I intended to KILL each one of you horribly but now I have come to another conclusion. YOU and your odd coven will help me bring Logan home. He will not return without a fight but I have you and his tiny son and that is more than enough to squelch his burning anger. And as for that adopted son of your's by the name of Lestat.......he has done a very dangerous thing." Andre' said as he stood up and listenend to a low rumble from the distance, his towering muscled frame now tense with anticipation.

"And what might that be?" Marius asked with building dread as the rumble grew louder and nearer. Marius stood up and drew close to Andre' who gently shoved the Roman vampire behind his massive form for protection.

"He has unleashed the most powerful and sinister being ever created known to Hell. And it goes by the name of Logan Bradley and he is coming for his son accompanied by Lestat." Andre' braced himself as the rumble became as thunder, Marius covered his ears in agony, the sound was deafening. Just as Marius thought his head would split from the tremedous sound, the fore wall burst open, chunks of rock the size of an average size man flew across Andre's lair. Rock particles and dust floated in the dimly lit space. Marius coughed and hacked as the dust stung at his eyes. As Marius' sight cleared he stared with astonishment and awe as Logan descended before Andre'.

Part 28

Louis and Armand flew headlong into a sphere of fire. Louis begin to scream as he prepared himself to be burned to a crisp, Armand closed his eyes and awaited death more quietly. As they entered the sphere instantly they were caught up into a torrid wind which swept them at blinding speed forward then downward. Louis felt his stomach heave but nothing came up. His mind raced with thoughts of Lestat.

"ARMAND, CALL ON LESTAT!!!" Louis screamed above the rushing wind. Armand gripped Louis tighter as he felt the wind shift again.

"I CAN NOT BREAK THROUGH TO HIM, SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS BLOCKING OUR COMMUNICATION!!!" Armand shouted back. Then suddenly, both vampires begin to tumble downward, out of control. Armand concentrated on ascension and was rewarded as his body shot upward pulling against an invisible force. The suction increased in strength and once again both vampires hurled blindly downward, this time Armand could not stop their plunge. Louis screamed in terror, his heart raced with horror of the thought of he and Armand splattering to bits as they burst through Hell's gates. The darkness around them suddenly burst into a blue-white light. Someone gripped Louis around the waist gently and slowed his fall, he could see Armand now and he appeared perplexed as they were lowered to the ground. Louis glanced upward as he stumbled into Armand's outstretched arms.

Above them towered a young man with red flowing waist length curly hair. His eyes were almond shaped, high cheekbones accented his masculine beauty as well as his thick bowshaped blood red lips. The scent of cinnamon and herbs burned Armand's noise as he cautiously backed up from the mysterious being, he pulled Louis behind him protectively. The young man advanced upon them steadily, his gold tip boots clicked menacingly upon the stones beneath his feet. His black eyes burned with a smoldering fire which Louis instantly recognized as the same fire which burned within Logan.

"VonMina! Do you know VONMINA?!!" Louis shouted at the advancing youth. The young man stopped in his stride and stared silently at the two vampires, then he spoke softly but his voice vibrated off the walls of stone menacingly.

"What do YOU know of VonMina, beautiful one?" He questioned as he stepped forward a pace.

"He and I are friends, very CLOSE friends. Do you know where he is or where we may find him?" Louis continued shakely squeezing Armand's hand.

"Yes, I know of his whereabouts but why should I tell you? How do I know you are truly a friend of VonMina's?" The youth asked as he took another threatening step towards Louis.

"If you take us to him, he will recognize us and that would be proof enough." Louis replied, his nerves had begin to calm.

The towering red haired youth suddenly stepped forward and was upon Louis in what seemed less than a second. Armand did not even have time to react to what happened next, it seemed as if time stood still the youth was upon Louis so quickly. He pulled Louis up to him and sniffed him from is head to his feet. Louis stood still as death as the young man sniffed his crotch and slowly begin his journey back up his lithe body. With a soft chuckle, the youth stood up and stepped back so swift, it seemed as if he had not even moved.

"You have been one of VonMina's lovers. I can smell his scent upon you, beautiful one. His essence courses through your flesh and I sense he loves you deeply. The transformation is upon you also." The youth softly chuckled to himself as his eyes wandered lustfully to Louis' crotch once again.

"Where is VonMina? Can we see him, talk to him?" Louis asked with urgency in his voice, he did not want to know what this strange young man was capable of.

"You will see him soon enough. Be patient, I shall not harm you." Upon saying this, the youth walked a few feet away and disappered into an entrance with red silk curtains covering the opening. Armand glanced around him and saw that he and Louis stood in a passageway of some sort, and it seemd as if it was lined with thousands of the same entrances like the young red head entered but with different color silk curtains. Armand glanced to Louis and sighed.

"Well, I guess we are not in Kansas anymore" Armand said as he turned to Louis. Louis frowned and looked at Armand with a questioning stare.

"What?" Louis replied. Armand shook his head slowly and patted Louis on the back and kissed the back of his smooth, slender hand.

"Never mind." Armand replied as he begin to walk down the passageway.
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Logan shoved Andre' in the chest and cursed aloud.

"FUCK ALL OF THIS!!!! How could you allow them to judge me!! Am I not YOUR EXCLUSIVE CREATION?" Logan ranted as he paced back and forth. "And where is MY SON?"

"You have no right to come here ranting at me, Young One! It is you who became the renegade. Just hours ago you promised me a future with you then broke it in record time. And as for your son, SYVELLE has him." Andre' replied as he stood his ground.

"SYVELLE! Is he fully matured now?" Logan stopped mid stride and narrowed his eyes as he stared at Andre'.

"Yes he is and fully in love with Malcolm." Andre' concluded with a low chuckle.

"You are not going to bless their union are you Andre'?" Logan asked as he stepped to Lestat and smiled gently, the evil boiled in his smoldering eyes and Lestat knew that it would not be long before Logan would turn to battle.

"And why shoudn't I? You talk as if the young Master is my flesh and blood? I am not his keeper, Malcolm is." Andre' replied nonchalantly as he motioned for one of his Dark guards to come closer.

"He IS YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD!!!! I BORE SYVELLE NINE MONTHS INTO MY ESCAPE. REMEMBER JUST BEFORE YOU CAST THE LAST ENCHANTMENT UPON MY FLESH , JUST BEFORE YOU TOLD ME I COULD NEVER SIRE CHILDREN AGAIN, REMEMBER HOW YOU CAME TO ME IN MY LAIR AND......... I HATED YOU THEN FOR IT AND I HATE YOU NOW...YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!" Logan spat the words at Andre' with hatred, his smoldering golden eyes burning with an unholy anger. Lestat held Logan by his wrist firmly not wanting him to act to hastily and cause harm to befall Marius or his son.

Andre's face went ashen white as he silently pondered the words Logan had spat at him. No, not SYVELLE! Andre' recalled how the young Master was left at the entrance of his lair one foggy night. Syvelle had been no more then eight months old when he discovered him in the basket at his lair. There had always been a connnection between him and the Young Master from day one. He had exclusively trained Syvelle himself, taught the boy all he knew as a Dark Master even a few extra tricks to ensure he could take care of himself. And the fateful night Malcolm had presented Syvelle to him to perform the enchantment for the resurrection of his beloved flesh, Andre' remembered how he had lashed Syvelle across the cheek as a warning to be more chaste, more respectful. It did not matter if he had become one of the most powerful Dark Masters they had, Andre' would always command his respect and GET IT if it did take him to whip the boy senseless.

Andre' held Logan's hateful stare. He recalled the night he first took Logan against his will. How he had induced him into the world of being a love slave. Slaves were to know no pleasure, only give it. They were to be passive and skillful in the art of pleasure and being kind was not part of a their trainers agenda. The more force used, the less likely a Dark Master would raise up against his Owner. Andre' felt his cock grow hard as he recollected the first and last time he penetrated Logan. He stared lustfully at Logan's abdomen now, that little opening which served as a birth canal served it's purpose as a love canal also. Those rows of abdomenal muscles were tight as iron vises when they undulated in unison, pulling and sucking his huge cock deep up the tight sheathlike pouch which lined the indentation which separated Logan's well developed abs. Yes, he had created the perfect lover, just for himself. The Young Titan had given him a heir after all except it was not willingly and Andre' now understood why Logan lived every day and night of his eternal life to destroy him and every Fucking thing he touched.

"Syvelle idolizes you Logan. He loves you from deep within his soul." Andre' replied tenderly as he stepped towards Logan.

"He should!! I am his GODDAMN MOTHER!!! Now, where are MY CHILDREN, YOU RAPING BASTARD!!!! IF YOU HAVE ALLOWED THEM TO HARM MEGALE, I SWEAR UPON MY LIFE I WILL DIE THIS NIGHT AS I TEAR DOWN ALL WALLS OF HELL TO KILL YOU AND THAT MURDERING BUNCH OF OLD CROONS!!!!" Logan jerked his wrist from Lestat and charged Andre', his hatred boiled and bubbled within his tortured soul as he slammed into Andre' with all his might. Andre' meet Logan head on. When the two collided, HELL shook with their fury, a blinding red light exploded from them blasting open the remaining walls of Andre's lair. All of the Dark Masters arose from their lairs upon hearing the tremendous impact and flew into action. Syvelle could feel the summons deep within his soul, raging for the battle, to kill, slaughter. He clutched Megale to him tighter and ran deeper into the lower passageways. He had to protect the baby at all cost.

Malcolm descended upon the scene and instantly went into action. The High Priest slammed bolts of lightning and fire into the raging Dark Masters, beating them back towards their lairs. Their cries of pain filled the hollow spaces of Hell. Malcolm called forth the Spirit of Bondage blocking the mental powers of the Masters, upon doing this he begin to kick, punch, and fist them back. Every blow he struck sounded as thunder and sent a bolt of yellow hot electricity through their bodies. He scanned mentally for Syvelle, he did not want to harm him if he was present amongst the others. Malcolm caught sight of Lestat in battle with Logan against Andre', without even a thought he sent a bolt of blinding pink lightning towards Lestat. Logan saw the bolt and flipped into the path of it, deflecting it off the palms of his hands back towards Malcolm who absorbed the energy and sent it coursing through the battling Dark Masters. Slowly one by one, they begin to fall in battle. The young Masters were retreating defeated back to their lairs while the more experienced ones stood their ground and battled on.

Andre' clutched Logan by his waist and slammed him to the ground on his back and pinned him down. Logan kicked Andre' between the legs and sent him flying over his head as he flipped up smoothly off his back as a cat. Taking flight, he flew into Malcolm as a missile and begin to fight him blow for blow.

"YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY SON, MALCOLM!!! YOU WILL DIE AT MY HANDS IF YOU HAVE SO MUCH AS TOUCHED A HAIR UPON HIS HEAD. FUCKING WITH ME IS ONE THING BUT DON'T FUCK WITH MY SON!!!!" Logan gave Malcolm a backhand slap which send him sailing through the air into the stone wall. The stone cracked and shattered at his impact. Logan threw back his head and howled as he shot upward toward the stones and earth, twirling his body as a whirlwind he hurled himself as a tornadoe thru the rock, stone and earth toward the surface. A low rumble could be heard above the thunder of Logan's exit. Andre' and Lestat stopped in mid blow to each other and listened as Logan spoke in Romanian.

"FORGIVE ME MOTHER EARTH FOR YOUR MASS DESTRUCTION, RENDER ME YOUR ALLEGANCE THIS NIGHT TO AVENGE MY PEOPLE, HELP ME, OH MOTHER, TO MAKE MY ENEMIES MY FOOTSTOOL. GIVE ME THE POWER, I BEG YOU TO PROTECT MY CHILDREN AND THE PEOPLE I LOVE. GIVE ME THE STRENGTH AND MIGHT OF A GOD!!!! I BEG YOU, SEND ME YOUR MINIONS, MY WARRIORS, THE DARK REICHT!!!!! Logan's voice rang out clear and powerful, the words rumbling from his chest as he spoke.

The rumble now had become a loud thundering roll as someone or something hurled itself upward deep from within the bowels of the earth. A huge explosion burst through the hollow lairs, collasping all walls and blasting everything and everyone to the surface. Smoke and dust bellowed from the exit hole as everyone landed hard to the ground upon lush green grass and shrubbery. Coughing and hacking could be heard above the moans and whimpers of distress. Lestat rolled over and flopped upon his back, he felt a soft touch to his face and blinked twice to clear his preternatural sight. There above him knelt a perfect reflection of himself, only ....... something was different....his eyes were violet but they burned with the same untamed fire which burned inside Logan Bradley. Above him stood...

"Megale?" Lestat said softly as he touched the young man's waist length corkscrew curls and brushed away a stray curl from his eyes.

"Lie still and watch YOUR SON show you how to send someone to HELL, dad." Megale said with a creeping mischievous smile playing at his full lips. With this said, the naked young man took to the sky with an eerie howl as a band of winged Hellhounds burst from the earth, sprinting then taking flight as they answered his howl.