The Boy In Chains

Riley slowly regained consciousness and gasped when he realized the wings that were attached to his back.

The cloak that was given to him by sir Maxwell had fallen off somewhere along the way.

After what felt like hours flying through nothing but darkness, a bright light blinded the boy. Once his eyes adjusted to the bright light he was mesmerized by the beautiful roses surrounding an equally beautiful castle.

He was gently lowered unto the ground and the massive crimson wings vanished. Riley wandered around the roses smelling and carefully touching them. They were beautiful but surrounded by thorns that looked hungry for blood.

"Help" an alluring voice called out to Riley which frightened him and he fell on his butt.

Was he hallucinating or…

"Help me please" nope, it was definitely a voice calling out to him. But how? He looked around and then he noticed the familiar small crimson butterfly on his ear.

"Are you speaking to me?" Riley asked.

"Help me please, it hurts" it was as if he could hear the voice in his head, but he knew it was the butterfly communicating with him.

"Where are you?" He ask and in response the butterfly flew in the castle.

He quickly ran to follow the butterfly and didn't stop until finally he was in front of a huge white doubled door. Without hesitation he pushed it open and ran inside.

It was an empty room filled with iron chains, with no windows and only one way in and out. There was a boy in the middle of the room chained from every angle. He was laying on the floor while his snow white long hair shielded his face and his slender body hardly covered in clothes.

"Are you okay?" Riley asked. No response.

He cautiously walked over to the boy and knelt down at his side. There were no bruises on any part of the boy that he could see which was surprising given how much chains were attached to him.

Riley held the iron chains in his hand and was perplexed how he could free the boy from them. Who and why would someone do this to him?

"I don't know how to free you" Riley said while gazing at the boy.

The mysterious boy didn't look or seemed in pain but regardless, Riley was certain that the voice he heard was the voice of this boy crying out.

The boy was unmoving and just laying still on the floor which caused Riley's heart to ache. Riley closed his eyes and without thinking he brushed the boy's hair back and kissed his lips. Riley stayed like that unmoving, until something suddenly attacked his lips.

Unbeknownst to Riley the mysterious boy had awoken and his demon fangs emerged. Sinking his teeth into Riley's bottom lip the boy tasted his blood and soft moans of pleasure erupted. Within a blink of an eye he pinned Riley to the floor and took total control.

His tongue slipped inside Riley's mouth and devoured it. Riley who was now on the floor with the mysterious boy on top of him was being relentlessly attacked. Riley had never been kissed this way before, but he found that he didn't mind it at all. In fact he was willing letting the boy have his way.

The mysterious boy finally stopped his assault when he found himself out of breath. Riley opened his ruby red eyes to gaze into the pretty pink eyes of the heavily panting boy on top of him.

"Are you done? That was fast, I thought for sure you would've lasted longer" Riley said with a sweet smile, completely oblivious of the provocation in his words.

The mysterious white haired boy was rendered speechless. He had never tasted such an addicting blood and for the first time in his life he felt dominated, as if the boy's blood was in command the whole time.

He was aroused and felt hot all over. As if that wasn't enough the boy's red innocent eyes looked at him like they had done no wrong.

"What is your name?" The mysterious boy asked.

"I'm Riley and I think you have really pretty eyes" Riley said causing the boy to blush fifty shades of red.

"H-how did you find me?" He stuttered.

"I'm not sure where I am or how I got here but I was following a beautiful crimson butterfly that led me to you. It was your butterfly wasn't it, you were the one that cried out to me" Riley said.

The mysterious boy gasped in shock of the revelation of his words. Only a few could see his butterflies and those demons were exceptionally strong. His crimson butterflies were as a result of his bloodline ability, the fearsome ability to command and control blood.

For someone to be able to hear his voice through his butterfly even though he was put under a powerful sleeping spell was astounding. There is also the fact that he was able to break such a spell with just a kiss.

"Would you like to know my name?" The boy asked gazing straight into those red eyes.

"Yes" when Riley replied the mysterious boy once again showed his fangs and bit into his wrist.

"Make a contract with me" he said. Riley looked at him and without giving it a second thought his reply came instantly.

"Tell me how" he said and the white haired boy held out his wrist.

"Drink my blood and say my name out loud" he said and Riley held unto his hand and drank. Riley felt as if his back was on fire, carving something into his skin.

A blood contract between demons, a powerful binding agreement that connects the two together. The connection is impossible to sever.

"Lincoln" Riley said.

"The blood contract is now complete, I am yours and you are mine" Lincoln said.

Lincoln hadn't told Riley his name because he didn't need to, Riley drank his blood and just like with the butterfly, Riley heard his name loud and clear in his mind.

Riley's vision started to blur and he was losing consciousness, but before he fell, Lincoln caught him in his arms. This was to be expected after going through that binding contract. He was physically drained after having Lincoln's mark imprinted on his back. It was like a beautiful tattoo that took the form of a crimson red butterfly.

This was also apart of the blood contract. The one who drinks the others blood will bear his mark.

Lincoln couldn't help but take great pleasure knowing that this boy bore his mark.

With just a simple tug of the chains that surround him they all broke to pieces.

Lincoln left the white room and opened another door to a room. He carefully placed his Riley on a bed and covered his body with the sheets. Laying down next to him he fell into a comfortable slumber holding Riley's hand.