Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2020 23:05:17 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre Part 41

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`There's no one fucking here you idiot, but I will tell you something, I am
getting fucking fed up of you not trusting me, just because you keep
hearing imaginary voices'

He pushed past me

`Chris please'

He didn't stop, he just went straight back to the bed leaving me standing
in the empty room, I must be going mad, I was sure I heard him say
Raphael. No I must be mistaken, I really need a break.

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Vampyre - Part Forty One



I slept fitfully, finally the noise of Edinburgh's traffic coming in
through the open French windows onto the roof terrace, got me out of
bed. Chris was sitting out on the terrace, seemingly lost in his thoughts,
I went over to him he was looking up at the Castle, I tentatively placed a
hand on his shoulder; not sure what sort of reaction I would get. He looked
round and gave me a lovely smile and then placed one of his hands on top of
mine.

`Good morning Jonny'

He gripped my hand tightly, I took hold of it and moved to sit next to him,
still holding his hand. He didn't look like he had slept any better than
me, we sat in silence until I just had to speak, I had been running over
all the things I was going to say for the last few hours, I was even ready
for a row when I had gotten up, but then nothing, he was his old self, I
bit the bullet.

`Chris, I think we need to talk'

He didn't respond just continued staring into the distance.

`Chris please, I can't stand this, what's upsetting you? What have I done
wrong? Why are you getting so angry with me all the time? Tell me and maybe
I can put it right?

Nothing, no reaction.

`Chris please, I love you, you know I do, I thought you loved me, at least
you said you did, want's gone wrong? Do you want to go back to the Manor?
Please just tell me what you want, this tension is destroying me'

He pulled his hand from my grip, and stood up, he continued to stare up at
the Castle, then slowly turning to me again; here goes I thought my stomach
was churning, he took hold of both of my hands with his.

`Shoosh, there is nothing wrong. What's the plan for today? I hope Gunther
has got us something for breakfast, shall we go and see?'

I so wanted to just nod and get up and follow him, but I couldn't.

`Chris, please, we need to speak about this, you seem so brutal and
uncaring to people, look what you did to Phillipe and then the masseur last
night, is it just that you lose control? If it is? I can maybe help'

I stared into his eyes, searching for some warmth in their depths.

`And Raphael, why do I keep hearing you saying his name? is he still
contacting you?

His face changed, the smile dissolved.

`You don't get it do you? What part of they are so pissed off that I joined
you, are you having a problem working out? What did you think they would do
throw a fucking party, of course, they want me back, but I have chosen to
stay with you, can't you just be grateful for that and shut the fuck up, I
am not perfect, I never claimed to be, it was you who put me on a pedestal,
well I am enjoying my new powers, I cannot believe you were not the same
when you first converted'

I heard myself mumble

`Well I never gratuitously hurt anyone'

`Oh fuck you Jonathon'

Why did I say that, I stood watching as he stormed into the suite, well I
finally knew what the problem was, they wanted him back. I followed him
back into the room, I could hear the shower running, I went over to the
door, it was closed, I knocked gently.

`What now!

`I just wanted to thank you for choosing to stay with me. I love you so
much'

The door opened, I had been looking at the floor as I spoke, now as I
slowly scanned up his naked, beautiful muscled body watching the drips of
water falling from him, I was scared to look at his face, scared I would
see anger and hate.

`Come here, I love you too'

I looked up, his face, his eyes, lit up my heart, he took my hand and
pulled me to him, wrapping his arms round me, he pushed his lips to mine
and then just hugged me; I needed that hug, it is amazing the strength you
can gain from such a simple act. Having pulled myself together, I kissed
him again and broke away.

`Get showered and dressed, we are having a day out in the city, then it's
the Tattoo tonight'

Chris smiled and nodded

`Maybe we can find someone to join us in the roof hot tub, after the
Tattoo?'

He grinned and disappeared into the shower, we were both soon dressed and
down in the hotel's reception, the beauty of the Caledonian Hotel is its
central location, no need for cars, well not until later, Philippe could
drop us off up at the Castle in time for the Tattoo. Now some of you will
know that Princes Street is one of the main shopping centres in Edinburgh,
I knew exactly where, I wanted to go.

Chris, took hold of my hand and we headed out into the beautiful Edinburgh
day, I half dragged him to my favourite jewellers, he didn't know I had
already been in touch, the manager welcomed us both.

`Please follow me gentlemen'

He led us through a door into a separate part of the shop. Chris nudged me

`He is one of us isn't he? I can sense it'

With the door barely closed, the manager dropped to his knee and took my
hand pressing it to his head; in the accepted Vamparic greeting of an Old
one, I nodded, acknowledging his sign of respect, he got to his feet and
picked up two champagne glasses, generously filled, with milky white
liquid; let me guess.

`Gentlemen, please sit'

He indicated to two beautiful leather armchairs, Chris looked at me
questioningly. The manager clapped and a door at the back of the room
opened and in came five naked late teenage males, one Asian, one black, one
white, one Chinese and one Native American; now I knew where the Champagne
had come from, each of them proudly showing off toned bodies as near
perfection as possible, each wearing just a watch on their right wrists;
but what watches. I looked at Chris

`Pick which ever you like'

He grinned,

`watches first' I added, the first boy paraded in front of us showing off
the watch on his wrist. Chris was beaming

`Jonathon, these must cost a fortune'

`Don't worry about that, just pick what you want, I want you to have one
you like'

The five boys each paraded for us showing off the watches on their wrists

`That one'

Chris pointed to the Native American, the boy undid the watch and handed it
to Chris, Chris studied it closely, flashing the youth one of his smiles.

`An excellent choice, Sir'

The manager clapped again and the five boys filed out of the room as they
left another guy came in smartly dressed in a suit, he measured Chris'
wrist and vanished with the watch, we sat drinking our champagne, the door
opened again and in came the guy in the suit once more, he handed the watch
to Chris, pointing out the special inscription, I had, had them add. Chris
looked over to me and mouthed I love you too, The guy then took Chris'
wrist and slipped the platinum watch bracelet over his hand, he fastened it
and checked the fit, Chris sat staring at the dark blue dial, the famous
Rolex crown picked out in diamonds, the platinum figures and case flashing
in the showroom light. Satisfied the guy turned to me and produce another
identical watch, he showed me the inscription and then slipped it over my
wrist, with the official business finished, we stood, Chris grabbed me and
kissed me passionately.

`Thank you, thank you so much'

I kissed him back and handed the manager my `Black Card', he returned a
short while later

`Thank you again Sir, the boxes and your other purchases will be taken to
the hotel as you requested'

I nodded and turned to leave, as I did the manager got down on one knee
once more, took my hand again and touched it to his forehead, Chris grinned
at me, flashing his smile again

`This is more like it, what else have you brought?'

`I have brought a Rolex for Zeke and also a plain solid gold one for each
of the guys, Gunther, Philippe and Ian'

`That's very generous of you, I can't afford to get you anything'

`Chris please it's not like that, I want to spoil you'

He looked a bit crest fallen and nodded.

`Maybe one day' he sighed

`Stop, stop a minute, I was going to give you this later, but now is a good
time'

I took the `Black Card' from my wallet and handed it to Chris

`Hey it has my name on it' he beamed

`It's yours, now you can buy me something'

He smiled and kissed me again

`Come on then, I hear the shops calling'

The manager who had stayed respectfully back now came forward and showed us
back through and out of the shop. Chris kept looking at the chunky watch on
his wrist, the diamonds and case all glinting in the sun.

`This is absolutely amazing, thank you, thank you so much'

`Shoes next'

I said taking his hand, we were soon there, Chris looked up at the oldie
world shop front.

`Handmade shoes? Wow your kidding me'

`Nothing but the best, you won't be able to get them today, but we can get
another pair for tonight'

I pushed open the door hearing a `tinkling' further back in the shop, we
were approached by a smartly dressed man.

`Oh gentlemen, welcome' he said

Once again he dropped to his knee and pressed my hand to his forehead.

`This way gentlemen please'

`He is one of us too' Chris whispered.

We were shown into a backroom and Chris' feet were measured and re-measured
and then sketched, ready for the wooden lasts to be made. The Manager
showed us a selection of shoes that could be made, having selected several
pairs he liked, Chris was ginning like the Cheshire cat; so was I.

`Oh one last thing' The Manager said disappearing again, he returned a few
moments later.

`I understand you will be wearing the full dress kilt tonight, so these
will be just right'

The manager held out a pair of black leather soled ghillie Brogues.

Chris burst out laughing, the manager, spun to face me, he mouthed `sorry'
realising he had let the cat out of the bag.

`Kilt's? we are wearing kilts tonight?

I nodded the secret was out,

`Yes that's the next shop, the kilt makers, I cannot introduce you to the
Duke of Montrose tonight, in anything else'

Chris looked a bit sceptical,

`Do you think I have the legs for a Kilt?

`You will look amazing, trust me' I turned to the Manager and asked for the
brogues to be sent to the hotel, he nodded, bowing deeply.

`Right, the Kilt makers'

I said as we headed out into the afternoon sun again.

We stopped outside the shop, Chris looking at the many styles of kilt and
accessories displayed in the windows. He looked at me

`Another one of us?

I nodded, the door opened as we approached it.

`Gentlemen welcome, please come in, we are all ready for you'

The male who had opened the door had dropped to his knee,

`Here we go again' Chris whispered `I could get used to this'

Having shown his respect in the accepted manor, he got back to his feet, he
clapped his hands as he showed us to the rear of the shop, we were joined
by four young male assistants, one carrying a tray with two full champagne
glasses, he offered them first to me and then Chris, we both took one.

`How come they are all ready for us? Chris asked

`When an Old one is in town they know to be ready' I winked

I was invited to take a seat, I sat amazed as Chris was fitted for his
kilt, he was quickly stripped off by the four youths leaving him standing
naked on a round podium in front of four huge floor to ceiling mirrors,
naked that is except for his new Rolex. Chris smiled at me and grinned
looking down at his swelling cock.

`How do I see myself in mirrors again?

`Err wait till they are finished, then concentrate really hard, I wouldn't
do it now, it gets to tiring'

He nodded, he gave a twirl on the podium, playing to the crowd, six pairs
of eyes all focused on his cock and pert peachy bum. The manager clapped
and barked out orders to the assistants who carefully selected items and
then brought them over while the manager fitted them, soon Chris was stood
bare chested and bare footed, in the predominantly green, with white lines,
`Ancient Graham Tartan' Kilt; fastened with a silver Kilt pin, next a smart
white dress shirt, followed by the waistcoat vest and then the Classic
silver buttoned, high cut Prince Charlie jacket, the fly plaid was fastened
at the front by a Culloden Plaid broach, the remaining material thrown over
his left shoulder hanging down his back. Next a classic sporran and then
ivory coloured kilt hose and finally a black and silver Sgian Dubh dagger,
tucked into his sock.

`Can I confirm it's a Black Tie evening Sir?

I nodded, one of the assistants brought out a black bow tie which was
quickly fashioned around Chris' neck, wow, it was a pity his ghillie
brogues had been sent back to the hotel, but he looked fucking amazing as
he was.

`Chris you look like the dogs bollocks'

He gave another twirl, he faced the mirrors and his reflection slowly
appeared, he smiled, he knew he looked good. He raised what was left in his
glass to me

`Cheers'

He swallowed the last of its contents tossing the empty glass at one of the
young assistants, he leapt off the podium, he ran over to me, I stood just
in time as he launched himself at me, throwing his arms round me.

`I don't know how to thank you, I really don't'

He caught site of the manager out of the corner of his eye and let go of
me.

`Shall I have it sent with your outfit to the hotel Sir?

`Yes please and thank you'

The manager dropped to his knee again, I got the impression he was not used
to being thanked.

`Do you know what the time is?

I said, facing Chris, he froze then burst out laughing as he checked the
time on his new Rolex.

`We had better be getting back to the hotel for a quick drink before we
have to leave for the Tattoo'

Chris was quickly stripped off and redressed in his own clothes and we
left, hand in hand walking back to the hotel.

We entered the glittering foyer, I saw the General Manager and his deputy
approach us

`Could I have a word, if you could follow me' he turned away.

`Could I have a word Sir'

I barked at him,

`Just who do you think you're talking too? I have had enough of the
disrespectful way you speak to me'

I hissed, my eyes flashed red; luckily only he and his deputy saw that.

The General Manager stopped in is tracks, his face white, his demeanour a
deflating bag, his deputy immediately dropped to one knee, I glared at the
General Manager, he dropped too, the foyer which had been a bustle of
sound, now silent, all eyes watching us.

`Now get up and lead us to your office and be quick about it'

With his deputy helping him up the General Manager, began bowing and asking
us to follow him, I was the last through his office door, I slammed it shut
behind me, both men dropped to their knees, both reaching for my hands and
pressing them against their foreheads, the General Manager went to get up.

`Did I say you could move, stay where you are, how dare you fucking speak
to me like that, how fucking dare you show me so little respect, from the
very minute we arrived, have you forgotten who I am?'

I knew my eyes were red discs again, I glared down at them both,

`You', I pointed at the deputy, `stand up, congratulations you are now the
new General Manager of the Caledonian Hotel'.

The two men exchanged quick glances as the new General Manager got to his
feet. He went to speak, I stopped him

`You get out, your no longer employed here' the previous General Manager
when to get up. `I don't think I said to get up, crawl out'

I heard Chris, guffaw, I looked at him, entering his mind, saying

`Chris please, one minute'

The door closed behind the previous General Manager,

`Yes, so you have something to say to me?


`I have nothing to say Sir, other than thank you' He got to one knee again.

`Okay, right I need a nice reception room to meet the Duke of Montrose in,
plus the usual Champagne'

The General Manager nodded he knew exactly what I wanted.

`Ohh and some pipers and drummers'

I added as I turned to Chris, we were leaving, I heard the phone being
picked up as I closed the door, he had a fair bit to arrange. We made our
way to the lift to the Royal suite and both burst out laughing as the door
closed behind us.

`Christ, you can be scary when you want too, I am glad it was him on the
receiving end and not me, oh and thank you for today'

Chris hugged me, both of us scanning the numerous bags and boxes stacked in
the entrance hall of our suite

`Looks like everything has been delivered'

Chris nodded, as Gunther came into the room,

`Wow, very smart' I grinned

Gunther, all six foot five of him, was in a perfectly fitting red coloured
kilt, white shirt a black Argyll jacket, a tie which matched his kilt a
black leather sporran, ivory hose, with tartan flashes and a pair black
brogues. He looked a bit uncomfortable, pulling at the hem of the kilt.

`Sir, Phillipe myself and the rest of your security detail have been told
to wear this by the Duke of Montrose' Head of Security, he wants us to
match his men'

`Well you will all look very smart'

Gunther carried on, he bent over to pick up a box, I sneaked up behind him
and lifted his kilt; childish I know, his muscled bum flashed at me, as he
turned round, pushing down his kilt.

`Well done, just like a true Scotsman, I will be checking all the rest are
as diligent as you later'

Gunther nodded

`Oh Gunther can you, get Phillipe, Chris and I would like to speak to you
both together'

Gunther nodded again, returning a few moments later, which had allowed me
to locate the parcel I was looking for. Phillipe was a splendidly dressed
as Gunther, the both stood in front of us. I began.

`Gentlemen, Gunther and Philippe, Chris and I have something for you both,
we would both be pleased if you would wear them for us'

Philippe and Gunther swapped looks. As in unison, Chris and I opened the
boxes and handed each of them the gold Rolex they contained, they both
looked stunned at the gifts.

`A little thank you to you both for all your service to us'

Gunther clicked to attention

`There's no need for that, just give us a hug each'

I added quickly, they both moved forward and the four of us exchanged hugs,
Chris flicked up Phillipe's kilt as he was putting on his Rolex, a flash of
thick cock flesh confirmed, Philippe had dressed as a `true Scotsman too'.


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