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Brief: Jesus Christ Superstar, Herod/Pilate, hurt/comfort involving nightmares (mild horror), 1400 words (total ended up being 1485)

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Brief: Jesus Christ Superstar, Jesus/Judas/Mary, soft smut that focuses on their relationships more as a rewrite for a previous chapter, 1500 words (ended up being 1771)

Price: $35

Alfred had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Well, he had gotten himself into a ball, that was for certain, but at what cost?

Herbert was glowing, his arm around Alfred and holding his hand to guide him with the other. He had gotten just what he wanted. His mind already racing at the possibilities for tonight. Perhaps Alfred gets overwhelmed by the people, and they sneak off into the garden to have some time alone.

Perhaps he loves it all too much, and he drinks himself into a stupor. Or by the end of the night he's too tired to walk very far. Either way they would walk back arm in arm and then collapse into a bed in one of the guest rooms. Alfred would blush, being flustered from all the teasing, and he would look deep into his eyes as their lips got closer and closer. Just about to touch, hot breath on cool skin...

Perhaps he was getting a little bit ahead of himself. For now they were just walking into the event, dressed up, and he was going to make the most of the whole evening. He had to impress Alfred if he wanted to ensure they could get some alone time after this.

Of course, Alfred only had his mind on one thing. Sarah. He needed to make sure she was safe. He needed to get her and get out with the professor, who seemed to be following behind in some poorly put together outfit that stuck out rather obviously.

Then he saw her, already dancing with The Count, his arm around her waist as he pulled her along the floor effortlessly. She looked half dead already, and he was worried he was too late. He had to keep trying. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed and her face sweaty. What horrible things had they been doing to her?

Without thinking Alfred tried to walk away from Herbert and go to her. Unfortunately for him, their arms were still linked, and Herbert was dragged with him. "Slow down. What's gotten you so worked up?" He asked, hoping that this was simply him wanting to dance.

"Oh, the girl?" He said, rolling his eyes as he had hoped Alfred was beyond that. "I can assure you, she is exactly where she wants to be." Herbert said with a smirk.

Alfred went to protest it, wanting to talk about what they might do - what they may have already done to her. Who they were. The monsters under the cloaks they wore, but Herbert knew all that. "But she-"

"Exactly, where she wants to be." The vampire chuckled to himself, stopping this worry before it could start. "Some human women are so... curious. I just only hope the men hold some of the curiosity also?" His hand slipped around his waist, taking the lead in their dance. "Let me dance with you."

Alfred was not in any way used to dancing the female part and he was tripping over his own feet as he tried to wiggle out of the grip. Herbert just chuckled and affectionately pressed their foreheads together. He enjoyed the human incompetence and he was more than happy to teach him.

As they got closer to The Count, Alfred got an idea. "Could I perhaps cut in?" He asked, making Herbert instantly frown. The Count looked between the man and his son's rather disappointed expression. Herbert was always so fickle but he seemed to take such a liking to this boy, that the Count was more willing.

"Very well." He said, letting go of Sarah. Alfred breathed a small sigh of relief before he felt his waist being taken up once more, but not by Herbert this time. His eyes went wide as the Count took his hand and spun him away from Sarah as quickly as he had come.

A very disappointed Herbert held Sarah up with two arms as she fell against him. He sighed, rather annoyed that The Count was getting all the attention, even from the man he thought was his. "You better return him by the end of the night!" He called out, though he knew he wasn't going to make a difference. How did he always end up like this? This was completely not fair.

Alfred really had himself in a pickle now; The Count was starting to take longer and longer looks at his neck. At least Herbert was a little less obvious about wanting to eat him - at least in blood regard. He pulled back, trying to make it seem like he was getting tired. "I think I need some water."

The Count didn't seem completely convinced, but he was willing to let him go, walking over to take back Sarah as she seemed to be getting the wrong idea about Herbert. He was far too soft for this darkness, hardly able to peel the woman off him. But once again, as a good father should, he stepped in and pulled her away. "That man is all yours. He seems rather fidgety with me."

Herbert huffed, even though he was very thankful to be rid of her. He brushed his hands off, as if Sarah were somehow contaminated, before going to Alfred and holding his hand to pull him in once more. "Now, where were we?" He asked with a smirk.

Alfred swallowed. This was going to be a very long night.

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Alfred was not going to be cooped up in his room for the night. He was not about to let those vampire try and seduce his Sarah like they had been trying this whole night. It was not fair and he was not about to let it slide. He was going to break into her room and protect here from them. Even if the night was started to glow into morning, he pushed away the need for sleep in order to protect her.

Sure he had perhaps had a little bit of wine which he had been offered to calm his nerves after everything, but he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of anything. In fact, it made him rather foolishly confident as he started to pick the lock on the door. He had never done it before and wasn’t really very good at it. “Damn it.” He cursed under his breath before shushing himself, jamming the key in further.

In reality, Alfred was merely doing a lot of damage to the lock on the door rather than successfully picking it. He just continued to wiggle the metal nail he had found into the keyhole hoping that it would do something vaguely useful. At the moment it was simply making a very irritating scratching noise, but Alfred seemed to have rather selective hearing in this moment, not caring for the ruckus it was creating.

After a while, there was a soft click from the door and Alfred smugly smiled. The door had in fact not been locked. The click he had heard was in fact the mechanism breaking under the continued strain of the nail against it’s sensitive parts. But in his hubris he pushed the door open, stumbling to his feet and quickly closing the door behind him as he walked inside.

“I know you probably weren’t expecting me, but I wanted to make sure you were safe. Who knows what they might do to you while your alone. They sleep in the day so I wanted to keep watch on you while you got some rest.” Alfred confidently stated before finally turning around and looking into the room. “You’re not – oh God.” He mumbled his heart freezing solid.

Herbert was sitting at his desk, brushing his hair with a loose shirt on, his breeches undone and ready to get settled into his coffin. This was a very unexpected interruption but not one he was against. He might have even blushed if he had the blood for it. But as it were he just looked at him and smirked. “Oh, how lucky am I.” He said mostly to himself.

“You want to protect me?” He asked, getting up and closing the door, locking it behind him as he didn’t want anymore intrusions. “Well, who’s going to protect you?” He asked, getting a very good look at Alfred’s ass as he leaned against the door. He giggled to himself, this was certainly very lucky for him. “Perhaps we should stay up the whole day protecting each other?” He suggested with a sultry voice.

Stuck in his own mind, Alfred was hardly processing things, just trying to understand how he had messed this up. His cheeks were flush with a mix of embarrassment and the influence of wine. He couldn’t tell if the feeling in his stomach was nervousness or excitement from this attention. All he knew was he was now being seduced and he could either try to escape or perhaps make the most of an otherwise compromising situation.

It wasn’t like anyone was going to walk in on them after all.

Herbert furrowed his brow. “Are you alright?” He asked, his hand slipping around the other’s waist. Alfred shivered, unprepared for the sudden cold fingers. “Oh, I understand. You’ve never had attention like this before have you?” He asked, somewhat egotistical about it as he guided Alfred to face him, a look of genuine affection and what some might call care glimmering in his eyes.

His hands settled on Alfred’s hips. “Don’t worry,” Herbert insisted, “I’ll make sure you feel all the right things.” Herbert leaned in, pursing his lips for a kiss but when he saw Alfred wasn’t doing it back he stopped. “Do you need more time?” He asked, then getting an idea. “Oh, of course, you need a little time to get ready yes? What a good idea. I can change into something a lot easier to get off with a little yanking.” He said with a sparkle in his gaze.

“I’ll give you five minutes.” Herbert said before turning into a bloom of smoke, leaving Alfred just staring at the wall, swaying in place as he tried to decide on the best course of action.

He could try to unlock the door and leave. But surely Herbert would just follow him to whatever room he went to? It wasn’t an easy choice to make and Alfred hiccupped as he stood there. Well, he supposed he might as well get comfortable while he thought of a plan. After all, Herbert was so… passive this way. What was the worst that could possible happen?

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After what happened last night, stretching into the morning, Alfred had managed to sleep through the whole day. Just resting his head against Herbert's chest, finding the coffin surrounding them, the walls meaning Herbert could keep his arms wrapped around him effortlessly. It was comforting in some way, though he tried to forget about the way his now lover could very easily kill him with those hands.

Still, when he started to drift back to consciousness, his head was throbbing softly in the darkness. Herbert's bare chest pressing against his own, his skin cool and still as he didn't need to breathe. Alfred paused, able to see his face very slightly. Remembering how those lips kissed his neck. How his eyes glowed with passion.

He could feel the kisses on his lips still. The trace of his hands over his shoulder. nails scraping down his back and digging into his hips. Pressing firmly against his ass. The way his tongue moved and his lips followed before his fangs started to press against his warm skin. The way he so easily managed to draw out such ungodly noises from his lips. How he just had this way of commanding him to do something, and once the words met his ears, there was nothing in his mind but that order. The order to kneel. The order to bend over.

Alfred shook his head. He couldn't be letting himself get carried away. He was already getting worked up, and he couldn't let that wake Herbert. He was so beautiful when he slept like this.

This was wrong. He should leave. He needed to be focused. He was supposed to drive a stake through his heart and not let this thing get so close to his own. It could have cost him his life. Or worse, his soul. He needed to find the professor and get back to his mission.

Slowly, he started to lift the coffin lid. It felt a lot lighter than it had when he tried to move it before, but given his focus on being silent, that didn't really concern his mind too much. He just wanted to slip out of the coffin without waking the other, sliding the lid back into place once he was done.

His clothes were scattered all over the floor, so gathering them took longer than he would have liked. But as he got dressed, he went over to the mirror to check if he had to fix his hair, and for a moment he didn't understand what was happening. He stared blankly at the mirror before he realised what he was looking at. Or rather, what he wasn't looking at.

There was no reflection.

Alfred stared at himself for a long moment, unsure what he was supposed to do. This had to be some kind of trick. He reached to touch his face, flinching when his fingers trailed down to his neck. Of course.

He had been so caught up in the moment he didn't realise when those heated kisses on his neck turned into tender bites, and now he was shaking. How? What was he supposed to do? Was there anything he could do?

Just then he felt a hand around his waist. Alfred flinched, turning sharply and stumbling back into the mirror. The force of his new body caused the mirror to crack from his slight touch. "What did you do to me?" He asked, terror soaking him.

Herbert chuckled. "I didn't do anything to you that you didn't want." He reminded him. "I touched you just how you wanted me to." He ran a finger along Alfred's jaw. "I kissed you how you wanted me to." He leaned in, but Alfred leaned back, fearful of what might come of it. "And I fucked you how you wanted me to. Or rather, let you fuck me how you liked to. And perhaps... I got a little bit too excited and may have bitten you a little too hard." He said, as though he had just accidentally pulled the leaf off a tree.

Herbert leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips, but Alfred didn't close his eyes, not wanting to give in to it again. Seeing the other wasn't cooperating quite as much as he had hoped, Herbert sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll leave you to get a hold of yourself. I'll be in the bath," he said, walking away completely naked like some kind of challenge to Alfred's terror.

Alone against the mirror, Alfred breathed deeply; even though he didn't need to, it was somewhat comforting this way. It was nice to have something human about it. God, what was he supposed to do? This had been such a terrible thing to do, and yet he couldn't force himself to regret it yet. He needed time, and right now that was all he had an abundance of.

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His hand couldn't slip away, even with all the sweat he was producing. Alfred was getting desperate to get away from this... thing as soon as he could. The way his hand held his wrist, making it impossible to move, the other around his waist, pulling and pushing with certain ease and assurance like the resistance he met meant nothing at all.

Alfred could feel his heart beating in his dry throat, the swift breeze created by the movements of the dance unable to adequately cool his skin. His clothes felt tight, head spinning, as he needed some way to get out. Some excuse or force to summon that could push this man away - not that he believed this thing was a man to begin with. Whatever the Count had been, his son was no different. Worse, even as his hunger for men seemed unnatural in more than one way.

Herbert looked deep into the eyes of this human man, enjoying the flicker of life inside them. He had been longing for a warm touch, needing to get closer to someone living like this, and this man was the perfect fit for all those desires. His body was balanced and formed with grace, his clothes fitting perfectly without much effort, and surely they would fall off with just as little force. Hair perfectly thick and combed. It was like he was made specifically for him.

Indulging in the dance was something to hopefully get the physical borders between them devolved, and forcing the other into the female part of it surely showed some intention beyond dancing. At least he hoped that would be the case. The sweat on his brow, the tremble in his legs - he was clearly rather nervous, or perhaps excited, which was only natural for a human.

Turning once more, Herbert yanked Alfred back in by his hand, turning him, so now his back was flush against his chest as they faced the mirror. Gazing into the mirror, Alfred's eyes widened, only seeing himself in the pure reflection. Jaw hanging open as he froze in the terror of realisation truly being thrust upon him. And in that realisation he noticed the monster behind him bowing its head to find his neck.

"Get off!" He shrieked, squirming and pushing as hard as he could manage, pulling, pushing and kicking. And yet his limbs seemed to meet stone on impact, burning with pain as Herbert took control again and wrangled the man to the floor, his expression as hard as his skin.

"You're so pretty, and yet you fight me so?" He asked, trying to flirt with him like one should a woman. "I promise it's worth the pain. All of it. Come here and let me show you." A smirk began to grow, hands firm on Alfred's wrist. Leaning down slowly, licking his lips as he got closer and closer to his neck.

Alfred was perhaps a soft man by some's standards, but any strong man should cry like he was in that moment, desperate to escape his clutches, move his head in the way of those teeth and escape it. But just as he imagined the pain of fangs ripping through flesh should appear, he felt the tender cool kiss of frozen lips against his raging pulse.

"You make restraint rather pleasurable." Herbert teased with a smile, kissing his neck again, trying to contain the urge to sink his teeth into the hot blood under the surface, draining the boy dry in second. He had to have patience, gripping Alfred's wrists tighter to contain himself, pulling a small whimper from the human.

Alfred was uncertain if this was worse than what he had expected because in someway it was... pleasant to be in this position. Wanted to the point of denial of instinct Sarah didn't feel that way about him, did she? He wasn't certain anymore what to believe, if a creature like this was capable of gentle affection what else might it be able to do?

"See? Not so bad. Almost good wouldn't you say?" Herbert continued as his kisses started to reach the neckline of his shirt, pushing it away with haste but it seemed that Alfred hadn't learnt his lesson and used that chance to kick him, getting his hands free and running for the door with all the power he had left.

Herbert rolled his eyes and huffed, irritated by how difficult he was being. It would be good if he just gave into it properly. But instead of running for help or escape, upon getting to the doorframe Alfred stopped. Hand clutching the frame, intending to fling himself forwards and slam the door behind him, but he didn't. Breathing heavily as something compelled him to stay. Something that he wasn't too unfamiliar with but wouldn't admit it to himself. Looking at the floor, back towards Herbert as he just tried to rush through getting himself moving again.

Seeing the pause, Herbert gave himself a moment to hope. A chance to think perhaps this one was going to stay. "Starting to think perhaps there is something worthwhile in here?" He teased, and again Alfred was not driven away by the words. In fact he was drawn in, his grip on the doorframe loosening, almost akin to relaxing.

"Get your pretty ass here right now." He demanded, hoping that would take the choice out of Alfred's mind, making it easier to come to his arms. And it worked, he stepped back and Herbert got between him and the door. "Now, let me show you something much better than a girl." Herbert teased with a smile, putting one finger under Alfred's chin and using his free hand to slam the door. This was going to be very fun.

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