Stay The Night With Me, Lover (chapter 1

Bad things will always happen to you and your love ones. Always.



Those words kept running through James Allen's head. The words his father always spoke to him, but did the nineteen year-old listen? No. He just thought his father liked hurting his pride. Now, after the realization of seventeen years of pure pain, James believed him. It took till now for it to sink in; now when he was running for his life. Why him? Why was he cursed with pain? He couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted a normal life, not one where he was constantly looking over is shoulder; but that would have to come another night. Right now, he was running away from an online stalker…He didn't believe he was going to live much longer…



His legs ran harder, faster, as he tried to get away as quick as possible; but the footsteps were still drawing too near for his comfort. Still, he had to try to get away from this crazed man. He pushed himself further, turning this way and that, in hope of losing him. Nothing worked. The footsteps were almost in unison with his and were almost close enough that two sprints would get him caught. He only prayed that wouldn't happen. He had to get away.



He search his mind to make a map so he could figure out where he was. If his memory was right, there was an alley close by. He remembered it from all those times he ran from his dad. There were promises of other people being there. It was a hot spot for hookers and druggies. But tonight was different. It was too quite. Strange for ten o'clock on a Friday night. Where were the cars? The people? Of all nights, why was tonight the night that people were antisocial? The streets were empty as well. No one was there to help him. He was alone, well, a little. There was the psycho that was chasing him.



The man was not giving up on what he wanted and that just happened to be James. A eerie smile wormed on his face, showing his cavity infested teeth, as he thought of the things he was going to do to the boy he chased. He wasn't getting away this time. He was going to get what he deserved. How dare he be a tease, but James had no idea about what he was doing to the crazed man. He was just a victim of soon to be rape.



James was beginning to have faith in himself. His attacker was beginning to wear down. If he made that left turn, he could get away; even without the people. He knew if he tried, he could make it. Then, he made a left turn only this time it was the wrong decision. He had turned into a dead-end. Frantically, he searched for a fire escape but none was found. Nothing but dim light and brick surrounded them. He had missed his turn. Now he was surrounded by two empty buildings that were connected at the end -the old storage the two had. He took a deep breath to yell for help. Someone had to hear him, right? He wasted too much time.



The man that gave chase had him against the brick wall, his own body against the boy's. All the air he had sucked in was knocked out of him, ruining his only other chance for survival. The older man laughed in his ear a cruel and deadly sounding laugh. He knew he had won; he knew that he was going to have what he came for. The strong stench of Old Spice filled both men's nostrils. The attacker moaned in James's ear, then suddenly became violent. His mammoth hands held the younger's firmly against the wall. His breath was warm against his neck and smelled of the shrimp they just had for dinner at the restaurant. His voice was deep and cool. "You shouldn't have run, precious. I was going to be gentle, but you give me no choice but to punish you for being unfair. As I told you earlier, I now own you."



The younger boy whimpered in fright. He never expected this to happen. It all seemed harmless. This is just a dream. However, no, it was all real and there was no way of escaping it and the elder man knew that. He knew that very well. That's why he laughed at the other. The fear was amusing to him. He loved the power he had over this kid. He feed off of it; it made his erection grow larger. The feeling of the kid shaking under him just made it worse. His tongue slowly swiped over the tip of his ear then whispered, "Now, now, James. You aren't scared, are ya? You didn't have a problem with me on the web, what has changed?" His breath was warm against James's neck now. It sent a shiver of fear down his spine.



James swallowed hard. "You did. You are a freak, Vadim. A psychological freak who needs help." He said the wrong thing. Now Vadim was pissed. His wrists were gripped tighter and nearly made him cry out in pain, but fear kept his mouth shut. All he could do was bit his lip to forget the other pain.



Vadim growled low in his throat as he replied angrily. "I am NOT a freak! Why does everyone say that! So what if I like a little torture? Last time I checked, you were a masochist. You love the thought of me wiping you with a nine-tail while a dildo is shoved up you." Vadim pressed his body harder against his captive. "Admit, you're getting hard just thinking about it."



James shook his head frenetically. He couldn't speak. He was afraid to. His heart was beating faster and faster with every second. The faint taste of blood filled his mouth. More rushed in as he bit down harder, trying to forget that the other man's hand was down his pants, feeling him up. Vadim let out hushed moans into his captive's ear. James felt so good in his hands. It made him want more and when James didn't moan in reply, his attacker grew impatient. He was tired of waiting. "You are going to give me what I want, James, and that's you. Oh, and if you try to resist, I will kill you. Got that?" James nodded. Vadim smiled. "Good boy. Now drop them."



Shaking, James began to undo his pants. He tried to remember what he done in order to piss God off and let this happen, but then again, didn't this happen to people everyday? Didn't this happen to lonely, bored people, who make accounts on some chat room, then start talking to someone who seemed nice; decide to meet them in hope of friendship or love, and finally that person is never heard from again. Year later, they are found dead. This made James all-the-more scared. [i] "Am I going to die? Please, I'll do anything. Anything! Even go to college or save my soul. Just help me. Anyone…" [I/] After a couple of moments, James mentally smacked himself. He didn't need anyone. He could do it himself. All he needed to do was act like he wanted to make this guy happy; and when Vadim least expected it, he would bite him and run away.



Just as he was about to build up some courage, it was stripped away. His head hit the wall as he was unexpectedly thrust into. Vadim was too smart to be tricked. He knew what James was capable of doing and right now, that was being his slave.



James's mind went blank at contact; then it snapped back to reality with pain from both the forcefulness of his attacker and his new head injury. James wanted to cry out, but a blade to his throat kept him quiet. Tears fell from his eyes. His stomach began to turn with the moans of pleasure from the other guy. It sickened him that someone could and would do this to someone. He couldn't get sick though, so he had to be strong; he wanted to live. He knew Vadim would not stop until his lust was fulfilled.



Soon, he just became numb. He couldn't think straight, couldn't half breathe; everything was beginning to go black. He was about to give into it when the weight of his attacker was suddenly gone. This confused him. Was he done? No, someone pulled him off and Vadim obviously didn't like being interrupted. James turned to see what was going on, but only saw the outline of two figures. Where were his glasses? He found them a little ways from the seen of the rape. He edged over to them. When he put them on, the figures were still unrecognizable. It was too dark. The only light was where he was and even that wasn't enough to really see anything.



He leaned against the wall for support and tried to catch his breath. To try and keeping his mind off things, he thought of his home, his bed. Why had he agreed to meet with this person? Hadn't he been warn about creeps like him? When James learned that the second voice was male, he wanted to run; but he didn't have the strength nor the will-power. Had Vadim decide that a gang bang would be more of a turn on? Was this other person going to rape him before or after Vadim finished, or was Vadim going to watch the other person rape him and get off by it? James became nauseated again. He didn't want anymore of the pain. Tears sprang up in his eyes once more. Never before had he wanted his father's help so bad, or even Josh's, his brother. He always thought he could take care of himself, but tonight proved him wrong. Oh so wrong.



Bad things will always happen to you and your love ones. Always.





He cursed his father's curse. He was being to believe that this was what his father wanted, for him to suffer his life in pain and sorrow. Then again, it could be a curse from the Evil One or his mother.

The alcoholic that died a week before her water even broke. Josh had to cut his little brother out. He welcomed his little brother, his father despised him. Josh had never seen someone hate someone as much as his father hated James. He believed in the words that made sense to his kid brother and that was that their father just grieved for his lost love. His brother just nodded, and soon believed it himself.



He came back to reality only to hear Vadim gasp for air, which was followed by the thud of his limp body. James stared at the lifeless body for a long time; then decided that he was knocked out. He knew he was wrong, however. He knew Vadim was dead, and now he was worried about the other. James heard footsteps closing in on him and looked up to see his savior walking to him. So, he was going to be raped by a guy who just killed his other hell. He was wrong once again.



His redeemer stepped into the light that shone from a distant light post. James was surprised that he could even see the guy. The nice and handsome guy. He was tall, about six foot four, or so James thought. His hair was long and black, which was kept in a braid that hung loosely on his back. His eyes-James fell in love with those eyes- were silver with hints of sky blue. They were the most unusual eyes he had ever seen. His clothes were strange too. They seemed like a mixture of Johnny Cash and a rock star. All black: a silk shirt and tight -very tight James noted- black jeans and his shoes were leather boots that laced for what it seemed like forever. James figured that if this guy were his next rapist, he wouldn't really mind.

He was caught off guard by a noise and jumped. He realized the noise was the man's voice. A blush had painted onto across his cheeks when he also realized this heart wasn't the only thing that jumped. "I'm sorry, what?" The blush thickened. How could he be such an airhead.



"Are you okay?" His voice had a thick Irish accent. It didn't seem to faze the man at all that he didn't hear him at first. You would think he was smiling with amusement. It made James go foggy for a moment. He then shook his head to clear it, which was followed by a nodded. The sudden movement brought the nausea back, or was it just nerves? He slowly slid down the wall, feeling dizzy. He saw the flash of the man lean over to catch him. The last thing he remembered was saying "thank you".