By Lisabet Sarai
He’s
grateful for the constant pain. Anger and hate keep him going much of
the time, but when those emotions ebb, the pain remains, reminding
him of his new life’s purpose.
Months,
the doctors had told him. Maybe longer. They couldn’t predict the
recovery trajectory from massive third degree burns like the ones
he’d suffered.
The
man who was formerly Stefan Aries doesn’t take the drugs they give
him. He doesn’t try to dull the hurt or hurry the healing. The
unremitting agony keeps him alive. It fuels his visions of vengeance.
By
all rights, he should be dead. He was lucky that muscular firefighter
had found him, lucky that despite being blinded and nearly mad, his
power had surged when the young man touched him—a
new power born of his baptism in the fire, the ability to suck the
vital essence from another being through mere physical contact.
Leaving the husk of his savior behind, newly energized, he’d
managed to crawl away from the blazing remains of his mansion and
hide in his neighbor’s garage.
When
he considers his situation, he realizes he has much to be thankful
for. His Swiss bank accounts, for instance, utilized cryptographic
identity validation rather than biometric indicators. With no
fingerprints left, a reconstructed face, and a false eye, it would
have been difficult for him to access his funds if biometrics were
involved. Fortunately, he had the foresight to choose the the most
advanced verification technologies available.
Then
there was Jezebel. He grins, though that increases the pain,
remembering her joy and horror when he’d shown up at her door six
weeks after the fire. A scarred and oozing monster swathed in
bandages, he still had his seductive voice, plus the telepathic
talent he’d stolen from the cop’s sister. That was more than
enough to make her believe her Dom had returned.
Having
a thoroughly loyal and devoted slave was a tremendous advantage.
She’d managed all the arrangements for his trip to Thailand, the
private aircraft and the multiple operations, plus all the documents
and details required to legally confirm that computer genius Stefan
Aries had perished in the terrible fire. She’d even attended the
memorial service his parents had organized for him. She shot a video
so he could watch them later, mourning their all-too-ordinary son.
The eulogies all rang false. He knew what they really thought. Poor
Stefan, who was born into a psychically gifted family but possessed no
paranormal abilities at all.
Hah.
If only they knew. He flexes his stiffened fingers and feels the
power stir. The thoughts of the other customers at this exclusive
riverfront café are a
muted whir until he focuses on one particular individual, an
impeccably-groomed young man nursing a Perrier at the next table. The
guy’s thinking about going over to Boy’s Town this evening, to
pick up a bit of male entertainment. His consciousness buzzes with
anticipatory arousal. That sort of lust is contagious.
The
recovering mage considers introducing himself. He suspects it will
take little effort to change the tourist’s plans. He hasn’t
fucked, or fed, for more than a week. But he’s strong now. Though
he’d enjoy the young man’s ass and his essence, he doesn’t need
it. No, right now he needs to focus on the next steps of his plan.
Jez
was a bright, capable woman. With her help, he’d meticulously
constructed a new identity. Sven Alstrom had a Swedish mother and a
South African father. He grew up in Argentina, amassing a small
fortune in South America through various endeavors. Now, at the age
of thirty five, he has decided to retire to a farm in western
Massachusetts and make artisanal cheese.
While
he’d endured the surgeon’s knife and long, bloody aftermath,
Jezebel had created the false history he needed. She’d seeded the
Internet with false biographical details, manipulated and published
fake photographs, forged passports and diplomas. At this point Sven
is as real as Stefan had ever been.
He’d
rewarded her as she deserved. After teasing her, punishing her,
reveling in her pain for years, he finally fucked her as she’d
begged him to do since the very first. Knowing his preferences better
than anyone, she understood what it meant when he drove his cock into
her rear hole.
She’d
thanked him with her last breath.
****
This
is a possible start of a sequel to my M/M paranormal erotic romance novel NecessaryMadness. As you can probably guess, Stefan/Sven is the villain. I'm playing with the idea of making the villain also be the hero in this sequel.
What do you think?
Check out the trailer for Necessary Madness here:
