Bound in Blood Pt. 01

Here's a new snapshot for you! All characters engaged in sex are of the age of 18 or older. This story is protected by copyright, so don't try to steal it. Of course, this contains a trans woman having sex a male and will eventually have a lot of BDSM. If you don't like that, this is not for you. All that being said, I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think in the comment section below.

"Jack, I'm going to need you to get someone to switch out this end cap right away," Don the co-manager says, I hate that guy. "Don't let me see it looking like this when I get back from lunch."

He's always berating people for anything he can find. He's such a bully. What really pisses me off is who am I supposed to get? They've laid off most of the employees who worked in my departments. We're now down to 270 employees. Half of the department managers won't take me seriously. Most of them are older than me of course and it doesn't help that I have a babyface. Especially when I keep it shaved. It's my first job out of college and I hate it.

Now I have to figure out what to do about this stupid end cap. It's practically empty and it's in the paper product section. I walk over to Ed, the department manager for non-food consumables who got the job because no one else applied. "Hey, Ed. I just noticed that the end cap on the paper products is getting kind of low. Could you swap it out with something else?" I ask.

"Ehhh. I've got to take my lunch. I'll get it when I get back," he says with a shit-filled smile.

"Don asked me to have someone change it before he got back from lunch. Could you please take care of it now?" I ask.

"Sorry, can't miss lunch. Rules are rules. Can't you find someone else?" he says as he swipes his card through the time clock. "Now, I'm technically off the clock and you're not supposed to talk to us off the clock."

Ed is such a dick. Fine, I'll do it myself. I stomp over to the non-food consumable backstock and fill up a U-boat with garbage bags and odor eliminator air spray. I march out to the end cap and fill it up.

"Jack! Where is the report I asked you for an hour ago and why are you stocking shelves?" Roxanne, the store manager asks.

"I'm sorry, I don't have it. Don wanted the end cap swapped out and I had no one else to do it," I say.

"You're the Assistant Manager, not a stock boy. I don't pay you to fill the shelves, I pay you to manage. Get your shit together and get me the report I asked for," she steams. Her puffy cheeks fuming red. She huffs and waddles away. The earthquakes with every step she takes. I hate her and I hate this job. What was I thinking, taking a job at a MegaMart?

"Hey Jack," Alicia says, one of my friends. She's the department manager for electronics.

"Hey Alicia," I say.

"Are we still on for our Aratheon campaign tonight?" she asks.

"Yeah, totally," I say.

"Great, I'll let everyone else know," she smiles, brushing a string of her bright blonde hair behind her ear.

As I make my way to the backroom to put away the overstock I couldn't fit on the endcap, I hear my name. I turn to find Martha walking up to me. She's a sweet old lady that works in cosmetics. "Jack, thank you so much for giving me my birthday off and the sweet card. You're such a nice young man."

"You're welcome Martha, how was your birthday? Did you do anything special?" I ask.

"I just spent some time with the grandkids. They're growing up so fast," she says.

"Yeah? Has Mark decided on what college he wants to go to?" I ask.

"He has, he decided to go to that fancy new tech school in Detroit. I think it's called Gennecho," she says.

"I heard about that new school. I hear they don't charge tuition. I wonder how that works. Well, tell him I wish him the best of luck," I say.

"I will. Thank you again," she says before she walks off. What a nice old lady. Kind of crazy, but still very sweet.

"Jack, there you are!" I turn around to see another one of my friends Avery coming up. He's my age and he also works in the electronics department under Alicia. He's a bit shy and somewhat feminine. "Thanks for letting me have last weekend off. I appreciate that. So, Alicia says we're on for Aratheon tonight?"

"Yeah, definitely. And no problem."

"Awesome, I can't wait!" he smiles. His long brown hair covering half his face.

"Well, I've got to get the boss her important report that she could easily do herself with all the time she spends in her office. I'll talk to you later," I sigh.

I get her the report she asked for and she calls me into her office. "Jack, we need to have a talk. You need to get your shit together. When we hired you, we were taking a chance with someone fresh out of college. We're going to need you to step up and fill the role. Be a manager. Manage your people."

"What do I need to do to step up?" I ask even though I feel like I've been thrown into an ocean without a life jacket and now I'm drowning.

"Well, because our sales have fallen short of last year, we're going to need to make some layoffs. Here's a list of employees we need to let go," she says, handing me a large list of 40 people. I look down the list to see both Martha and Avery on the list.

"But we already made cuts last month. When is it enough? These people have families and depend on this job. We can't just cut them," I argue.

"Trust me, I hate this as much as you do. More so. These employees are my family, but in order to survive, we need to make cuts," she says. Yeah right. If she really cared, she'd take a cut to her salary. I know she's making at least 200k a year.

"Can't we instead just cut our salaries? As hard as it'll be, I can take a cut in pay," I say, even though I'm barely making enough to pay the bills, put food on the table and pay off my massive student loan.

"Believe me, if I could, I would, but this is coming from above me. They want to cut the budget and the best way is to cut the dead weight," she says. Deadweight? Is she serious? Most of the people on this list work hard and she considers them dead weight...

"Now, I want the people on that list let go by the end of the week. Have one of the other assistant managers help you with it," she says.

"Okay..." I get up and leave without saying another word. I can't believe we're going to cut all of these hardworking people. Some of these people are my friends. They're like family. Martha is a good person and does great work at her job. Avery may be a little shy, but he works hard and knows the most about electronics. It makes me feel sick to my stomach.

"Hello there, would you mind telling me where I can find some rope?" a man in a black suit coat with bright white hair asks.

"Yeah, you'll be able to find rope in the hardware section," I say.

"Thank you," he says as he walks away. That guy gave me the chills.

--

After work, I head over to Alicia's apartment. Everyone's already there and the table is set up.

"Finally you got here," Quinnell says as he and everyone else sit at the table. I take my spot and we begin.

"So we left off where Avery discovered the secret passageway down into a crypt in the basement of the house," Alicia says. Do I tell Avery the bad news now? I don't have the stomach to. "Jack?"

"Huh?" I look up to all of them staring at me.

"Are you with us?" Alicia says.

"Oh right," I say. "Where are we?"

Rolland facepalms. And then shakes his blond hair out of his face. "We're in the basement of the haunted house."

"The house is haunted?" Avery asks.

He lets out a sigh. "Well obviously. It's definitely not a day spa. Why else would we need to investigate it?"

"Okay, well, what exactly do we know?" I ask.

"A quick summary of what has happened so far is that you were all hired to investigate the mystery of the house on the hill by the town mayor. You head up to the old abandoned mansion and search the house but find nothing out of the usual in your initial search. Upon further look, Avery discovered a secret passageway to an underground crypt. You went down it and you see a door to the left and a dark passageway in front of you and the right, but you can't see very far down either of them," Alicia says.

"Okay, well... Let's check out the door to the right," I say.

"Are sure you want to do that?" Alicia asks.

"No, not really, but why not?" I ask.

"Is there gold in there?" Quinnell asks. "My dwarven nose will sniff it out."

"I much prefer some booty," Rolland says. "Any locked up maidens for me to rescue?"

"You'll just have to find out for yourself. You look at the door to find it's locked."

"I can pick the lock," Avery says.

"No point in picking the lock, let's just knock the door down," Rolland says.

"Fine," he says.

"Step aside, time for some orc muscle. I'll take out my Axe and bash the door in," Rolland says.

"Roll strength check," Alicia says.

Rolland rolls and gets 1s and everyone chuckles beside Rolland. "You take a big swing, the ax slips from your hand and the broadside smacks you in the head, dealing 2 damage," Alicia laughs.

"Let's let Avery try to pick the lock," I smile.

"Go ahead and roll dexterity," Alicia says. Avery lets the dice fly and gets a 15. "Avery successfully picks the lock and the door swings wide open. The room is pretty dark, but you can barely make out several cages with people in them."

"Any women?" Rolland asks.

Alicia's face falls flat. "Yes, two out of the 4 people are women."

"Let's help them and let them out," I say.

"As you walk in, the prisoners all flinch and fall back into their cages. One of the women begs you to end her suffering."

"We're not here to hurt you," I say. "We just want to help."

"Don't worry, I'll save you," Rolland says moving his character to one of the cages with a woman in it. "Especially for a kiss. Can I free them?"

"You can try to break the lock, but with your skills, you're better off letting Avery picking it," Alicia says.

"Hey! That was an unlucky roll. I'm going to smash the lock with my ax," he says.

"Very well, go ahead and roll," Alicia sighs. "If you chop your own hand off you can't say I didn't warn you."

Rolland rolls and this time gets a 20 for both. "You successfully break the lock off and along with breaking the cage door."

"I open the cage and take the woman into my arms. Can I get a little privacy?" he asks. Everyone sighs.

Alicia rolls a dice and gets a 15.

"Wait, what are you rolling for?" Rolland asks.

"The woman sinks her teeth into your neck," Alicia says. She rolls again. "You're dealt 4 damage."

"What the hell, I saved her life!" Rolland sighs. "I push her off and attack her with my ax."

"Wait, is she a vampire?" I ask.

"Yep," Alicia smiles.

"What a bitch. I'm going to kill this hoe," Rolland says.

Alicia smirks. "Maybe if you didn't try to take advantage of her, you wouldn't be in this mess. Everyone roll initiative."

"Wait, shouldn't we try to get her back in the cage, she's probably just a victim here," I say.

"I'm the victim here. She tricked me! I saved her life and she bit me," Roland says.

"Oh don't play the savior, you were just being a perv," Alicia says.

"What? Shouldn't I get a little reward for saving her life?" he asks, tossing his wavy blonde hair to the side.

Alicia facepalms...

--

It was dark after I left my friends. It's a long way back to my apartment and there's a sudden chill in the air. Oddly enough, I feel as if I'm being followed, but when I look over my shoulder, no one's there. The subway is eerily empty. A chill goes down my spine as I get on. Something smells funny in the air. Like a metallic scent. For some reason, I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.

The flickering of the pale white lights, makes my skin itch. We had to run a campaign featuring vampires. Now it's dark out, I'm walking home alone. Perfect conditions for a vampire to sneak up on me and attack.

What am I talking about? Vampires aren't real. Right?

After I get off the subway, I make the long trek back to my apartment. I look up to barely be able to make out a full moon above the city lights. Could this night get any more creepy? I look around to see someone in what looks like a black trench coat and hat. Is he following me? No, I'm just being paranoid.

I continue on my way and that man is still behind me. I take a detour and turn down a road before quickening my pace. I see the man make the same turn. My heartbeat quickens as well as my stride. I can hear the clapping of his boots behind me. I make another turn, zig-zagging street blocks to get to my apartment. The man's still behind me. Am I still being paranoid? This can't be a coincidence...

My apartment is only a block away. I just have to make it there. Should I call someone? Maybe he'll bugger off if I'm on the phone and someone knows I'm out here? No. I'm almost there. I just have a half of a block left. He's closing the distance between us.

The building is insight. Not far now. I just have a few more steps. I come into the light of the streetlamp outside my apartment. I look back and the man is gone. I blink a few times, but he's nowhere in sight. Was it all just in my head?

I head up the elevator until I reach my floor. As I walk up to my apartment, someone is waiting outside my door. Oh god... Is it him? How did he get ahead of me? No, wait... It's a woman. She's wearing a black dress that has a slit in it and shows off her light brown skin long legs. Her dark raven black hair is tied up to the top of her head and a ponytail comes down past her shoulder blades. Her dark brown almost black eyes meet mine and there's something familiar in them. A bright beautiful smile appears on her face. Is she here for me?

"Jack, it's been a long time," she says. I look deep into those dark eyes of hers. They look familiar but I can't put a name to her face. "I take it you don't recognize me. I know it's been a while since high school, but come on... We were best friends."

I think back to high school, I had a lot of friends, but only one best friend. Jenna... Wait a second. The last time I saw Jenna, she was in the middle of her transition. "Jenna?"

"Yes! I knew you'd remember," she says as she dives into my chest. I wrap my arms around her. God, she looks nothing like she did back in high school.

"You've changed a lot," I say.

"In a good way?" she asks, looking up at me.

"Yeah, I'll say. Where did you disappear off to?" I ask.

"It's a long story," she says.

"Well, are you in town long because I'd love to hear all about it."

"I can be. Why don't you invite me in and pour me a drink and we can talk," she says.

"Okay, yeah definitely," I say as I unlock my apartment.

She lingers at the door. "Are you coming in?"

She breathes in deeply and steps inside. She takes a look around. "Not much to it, huh?"

"Hey, I've got student loans to pay off," I laugh.

"Okay Jack, always the responsible one," she smiles. I can't help but chuckle. "So, about that drink?"

"Oh right," I say as I head over to the kitchen. "I've got cheap vodka or cheap rum. I've also got coke if that sways your decision."

"I'll take the cheap rum and coke," she says.

"Okay, 1 cheap rum and coke coming up," I say as I pour us both a glass and hand her it before taking a seat next to her at the table.

"So, tell me what you've been up to since high school," she asks. I have to say, her appearance isn't the only thing that's changed. She's much more confident and sure of herself.

"Well... It's not all that complicated. I went to college, got a girlfriend, got dumped by my girlfriend, and regrettably took a job at the MegaMart as an assistant manager," I say.

"Is that so? What's so regrettable about it?"

"Oh, it's awful. Trust me. At the MegaMart, our employees are just numbers on a spreadsheet. If we're not making enough money, we subtract some of our hard-working 'numbers' from employment. My boss just told me I have to let go of 40 employees and they're good people. My friend is one of them and there's this sweet old lady I have to fire. She basically implied if I don't do it I'll end up getting fired myself. It wasn't said, but the boss has a way of pushing out people she doesn't like," I say.

"That's awful, so what are you going to do?" she asks.

"I don't know..." I sigh. "I don't think I can go through with it."

"I've got to say, you haven't changed much," she says.

"Really?" I ask, feeling my eyebrows raise.

"It's a good thing. You're still a kind and compassionate person."

I relax a bit. "Oh... Thanks. So what about you? Where did you disappear to and why didn't you say goodbye?"

"I feel bad about that," she says as she rubs her arm, her eyes drift away from mine. "You had such a bright future ahead of you and I didn't want to drag you down with me. I was going nowhere, and had no hope of living a normal life."

"I was your best friend, you could've come to me, I would've been there for you," I say.

"But not in the way I wanted you to be," she says.

"Oh... right." Remembering back to the way she kissed me, and how I reacted. I regretted that day. "You caught me off guard."

"Let's be honest, Jack. You couldn't get past the fact that I was born a boy. And I wasn't all that passable back then either," she says.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react the way I did. I just... I don't know. I was trying to figure who I was," I say.

"It's fine, Jack. The past is the past," she says. "Besides, you don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have expected you to feel the same way about me. Especially since I had just started transitioning and was still trying to figure things out."

"Still, I regret it," I say.

"Maybe we can start over," she says.

"I would like that," I say.

"I still have a cock you know," she says.

"That doesn't matter," I say, taking her hands in mine.

Her smile makes my heart flutter. "You really mean that?"

"I do. There hasn't been a day that has passed in which I haven't thought about you. I would love nothing more than to start over. I love you because of who you are. And your... uh... cock is a part of you," I say. "I can learn to love that as well. Just be patient with me."

She smiles. "And you'd just love to suck it? Or better yet, would you spread those beautiful cheeks of yours and take it up that tight butthole?"

"I uh... I..."

"Relax I'm just fucking with you. But seriously, I do prefer to be on top," she says, biting her lip. She then laughs. "God, the look on your face is priceless."

"If that's what you want... Does it hurt?" I ask.

Her eyes go wide before a smile curves on her lips. "Are you serious? Don't tease me like that. And it does hurt just a little at first, but it feels so damn good after you get adjusted."

"So why are you here? Why now?"

She lets out a deep breath. "You know, I thought about how this moment would go, seeing you again after all these years and after everything I've been through. I'll be honest with you, I'm still a little nervous. I came here because I've changed."

"I can see that," I say.

"No, you don't understand," she says, leaning up in her chair.

"Well, help me understand," I say.

"Fuck it, I'm just going to flat out say it." She takes her drink and jugs it. I take a sip of mine. "Jack, I'm a vampire."

I spit out my drink everywhere as I try to contain my laughter. "Good one, Jenna."

She laughs. "I'm not joking."

"Seriously? Do you really think I'm going to fall for one of your pranks? You haven't changed..."

She leans in and looks me directly in the eyes. "Jack, take your clothes off."

Before I realize what I"m doing, I start stripping in front of her. I can't stop myself. It's like someone has taken control over my body and the next thing I know, I'm completely butt naked in front of her. She laughs. "I thought your dick would be bigger."