Thanos (Masters Among Monsters Book 3)

by Ella Frank

  Contents

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  ALSO BY ELLA FRANK

  DEDICATION

  AND THE BLOOD SHALL RUN...

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  EPILOGUE I

  EPILOGUE II

  SPECIAL THANKS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Copyright © 2017 by Ella Frank

  www.ellafrank.com

  Edited by Arran McNicol

  Cover Design © By Hang Le

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Also by Ella Frank

  The Exquisite Series

  Exquisite

  Entice

  Edible

  The Temptation Series

  Try

  Take

  Trust

  Sunset Cove Series

  Finley

  Devil’s Kiss

  Masters Among Monsters Series

  Alasdair

  Isadora

  Standalones

  Blind Obsession

  Veiled Innocence

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  Sex Addict

  PresLocke Series

  Co-Authored with Brooke Blaine

  ACED

  LOCKED

  Anthologies

  F*cking Awkward

  To Pavlina.

  Whose patience and words helped bring my vision to life.

  Xx Ella

  LONG AGO, THE Ancients of the vampire race searched for, and created, the one they wished to walk alongside for all eternity—their first-sired. They shared with them their blood, knowledge, and power. Thus creating a complex relationship where the first-sired’s existence integrated and tangled with the very being who made them, solidifying them as one.

  Only three such connections exist within the vampiric hierarchy.

  One born out of lust.

  One born out of loneliness.

  And the final born out of need.

  As Eton, Ancient of Thanos Agapiou, walked away from where his progeny had sequestered himself with another, the steel-like binding of calm that his first-sired’s presence had once afforded unraveled and snapped like a chain severed. His permanent absence was now the only thing he had left to offer his Thanos to counter his ultimate betrayal. And he knew by giving it exactly what fate he had just sealed for himself.

  After all this time, and Thanos’s strict control throughout the centuries, Eton had almost forgotten the allure of that which now stirred to life inside of him. But as the desperate, soul-searing need for destruction clawed for freedom, he recalled the reason for the desperate measures he’d taken the last time this transformation had occurred. Because without Thanos by his side, the infection that afflicted him threatened the very existence of his kind.

  It was bound to happen. Just as it had once before. Tonight had been the final cut, but the distance, the separation, that had begun nights before when Thanos had demanded his absence…

  “STAY WHERE YOU are. Do not come any closer.”

  “Thanos—”

  “I said do not come any closer.”

  Eton stopped where he was, obeying Thanos’s words, as he always did. “Let me talk to you.”

  “I do not want to talk,” Thanos spat. “Especially not with you.”

  The venom in those words stung.

  “Thanos—”

  “I said no. You will at least grant me the simple courtesy of your absence, since I am already to endure an eternity of torment you have inflicted.”

  Determined to get through to the angry male across from him, Eton pushed on. “It won’t ail you forever. You will soon heal—”

  “Heal?” Thanos thundered as he rounded on Eton.

  Eton schooled his earnest features, but he was a millisecond too late.

  “You cannot even look at me without flinching. Do not talk to me of healing. This”—Thanos pointed to his scarred face—“this will never heal.”

  He was right. Eton knew that, though his appearance didn’t matter to him. When he looked at Thanos, all he saw was his first-sired.

  The private lives of the Ancients were rarely discussed. To Vasilios and Diomêdês, their first-sired represented the ones they’d chosen to take under their wing. Someone to share their eternal existence with and ones who would follow them, be loyal to them, and obey.

  His and Thanos’s relationship was not that way at all. They kept their bond hidden, and for him, Thanos was the one who owned him—the one who calmed everything that ran riot inside him. O kýriós tou. His master.

  “Get out.”

  “You don’t mean—”

  “I said. Get. Out.”

  ETON STAGGERED TO a halt halfway down the hall, and raised a hand to steady himself against the wall. The memory of that night was as vivid now as it was back then, and it had brought with it something far more dangerous than a disconnect between an Ancient and his first-sired.

  His teeth tingled, wanting to punch free, and the skin around his lips drew painfully taut. It had been so many centuries since he’d sensed the dark presence within that the force in which it begun to resurface was overwhelming. He needed to get back to the sanctuary of his bedchambers. Back to the one place where he could lock himself inside and use magic to ensure his captivity—if only he could focus long enough to get there. He was grateful that no one was there to witness his undoing.

  Eton’s hand shook as he dug his fingertips into the stone until they bled. He needed that bite of pain, since Thanos wasn’t there to offer it, that sting to distract himself from the other, more pressing needs rising up inside of him. As it was, there was no way he’d be able to concentrate long enough to fade while this ugliness was fighting for dominance. His body trembled under his effort to control himself, and just when he thought he had a chance in hell of grasping its leash, Kronos, one of Alasdair’s newlings, came around the far end of the hall.

  Eton’s nostrils flared as he scented the male who’d come to a standstill like a deer in the brightest of headlights. As if he sensed the immediate peril he’d unknowingly stumbled upon, Kronos looked around, trying to locate anyone else as he swallowed. Eton heard the reaction as if it were his own, and lowered his eyes to the ground before digging his fingers deeper into the shale under his palm.

  “Eton, my Lord,” Kronos sai
d. “I was just coming to—”

  “Run,” Eton interrupted, and the low pitch of his voice was not only a warning to this young vampire, but a fucked-up request from the other side of him. The monstrous side.

  “Run? But—”

  Eton raised his head, and when his eyes, which he knew now would be blood red, met Kronos’s, the vampire took a step back, as if realizing just how much danger he was in.

  “Run,” Eton said once again, and this time his voice sounded as though it had been grated over the sharpest, most jagged of edges. It was hoarse, torn, and so foreign that Eton was as stunned as Kronos that it had come from him.

  “I…I was coming to check on Thanos,” Kronos said, and then stopped talking when he noted the change that had begun. Eton knew exactly what the young male was seeing. It was a sight only three others had ever borne witness to—and survived.

  Kronos’s fangs dropped down in an automatic response to the threat metamorphosing before him. There was shock stamped over his pale features, his entire body trembled, and as he inched away, Eton caught the movement and flashed over in front of the male. His hand jerked out and his bloodied fingertips gripped Kronos’s throat in a punishing hold as he hauled him up and in line with what was a distorted version of the face he wore as Eton. “I told you to run.”

  Kronos opened his mouth to respond, but his protestation was never heard. Eton’s fist slammed through the male’s breastbone, and a harsh wheeze expelled from between Kronos’s lips. The cracking and splintering of his ribs only heightened the pleasure Eton’s monster thrived on as he took a hold of the heart within the vampire’s chest cavity and squeezed. As Eton’s fingers sank into the cold organ, Kronos’s eyes widened.

  “Yes,” Eton hissed. “You are finally seeing why… Why I told you to flee. Aren’t you, neare?”

  “But…” Kronos gasped. “But…why? What are you?”

  Eton’s nails extended from each finger with painful precision. But where vampire’s nails were known to extend to pointed tips, his curled into sharp, talon-like claws that scraped the delicate membrane surrounding Kronos’s heart.

  “I am daimon, Kronos. A hellish monster that should have been eliminated many years ago. I am a reminder of what dwells within us all.”

  Kronos shook his head, and Eton could hear his frenzied thoughts. What’s wrong with him? This isn’t Eton. He’s the calm one. He won’t kill me…

  He was right in one sense—Eton wouldn’t kill him. He had made it his mission to be as genteel and accommodating as could be over the years between the last time this happened and now. But…he was no longer thinking as Eton.

  As the turmoil inside Eton swirled to a frenzied height of consciousness, he twisted his gnarled hand and then tore it from Kronos’s chest, ripping the vampire’s heart from his body. When the male went limp in his grasp, Eton dropped him to the floor and brought the heart to his nose, where he took a deep inhale.

  The demon reveled in its victory as it slowly slithered back to the cracks within his soul, and then he let the organ roll from his palm and land by its lifeless owner at his feet.

  His claws retracted and his body twitched as he came back to himself, and as he stood in the silent catacomb of the hall, the realization of what he’d just done slammed into him. Eton turned his hands over to see the scarlet liquid staining his pale skin, and reveled in the thrill it gave him.

  Ever so slowly, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked a path along his bloodied fingers, and the red haze of the creature roared to life, threatening to take full control once more.

  The metallic thunk of a lock sounded, catching his attention, and when his name was called, Eton realized he must’ve let that roar free. He pivoted on the balls of his feet and was stunned to see that Thanos had come out into the hall.

  Ever since his disfigurement, Thanos had refused to leave his chambers. But even with the dark hood on and the half-face skull mask he’d asked for, Eton would know the set of those broad shoulders anywhere. Not to mention the sheer height of him.

  Thanos’s blue eyes shifted to the lifeless body by Eton’s feet, and when he raised them once again, Eton knew the vampire understood what had just happened out there.

  “Eton—”

  Before Thanos could say anything more, though, Eton snarled and took delight in the way Thanos backed up. Oh yes, as one of the few who remotely understood the hideous thing inside of him, Thanos knew exactly the kind of danger he was in, and the flare of his irises was a dead giveaway that he knew he was the cause of it.

  That’s right, kyrie mou, Eton shoved into Thanos’s mind. You wanted your freedom. You wanted Eton to leave. And we both know that is the only way this can now end.

  And with that, the Ancient who was once Eton faded from the hall.

  “WHAT WAS THAT?”

  Thanos came to a stop once he was back inside his chambers with the door firmly shut, blocking out all light from the hallway. The human, Paris Antoniou, had just stepped out of the bathroom he’d been holed up in ever since their tense exchange earlier when Paris had tried to touch him—something Thanos had permitted of nobody since the attack on him several nights earlier. Not even one as appealing as he.

  Thanos stared across the room at his companion and then quickly brought a hand up to make sure his mask was in place. Fuck. He’d almost forgotten in his haste to get outside that this male, this handsome human with the waist-length hair, had yet to see him in anything other than shadows and darkness. But considering the gruesome scene he’d just witnessed out in the hall, that was all about to change, because they needed to leave this room—now. “We have to go.”

  “What? Why? Thanos…what was that noise?”

  Your worst nightmare seemed a bit dramatic, but it was the first thing that came to mind—not to mention the most accurate. He was trying to think of another explanation, but before he could formulate an answer, Paris was talking again.

  “I…I can’t leave.”

  Bet he’d change his mind if he saw what I did. He still couldn’t believe what Eton had done… After all this time. “This isn’t up for debate, human—”

  “Paris.”

  In a flash, Thanos was over in front of the man, telling him, “I have amused myself with you for far too long tonight as it is. Your name is of no importance right now. Leaving is.”

  Paris’s eyes went wide at his words, and no doubt their sudden proximity, and even though there was no way he could see anything in the pitch black of the chambers, it appeared as though Paris was looking directly at him.

  “You told me you never leave this room. And I…I can’t go back out there. Not after what I—”

  When Paris stopped abruptly and lowered his gaze to the ground, Thanos knew he should follow that up with a more thorough round of questioning, like: What did you do? Where did you come from? Why are you even here? But the macabre scene just outside his door was ingrained in his mind, reminding him that there was no time.

  He thought back to earlier that night, when he’d sensed his Ancient outside his bedchambers, and recalled how the last time they’d spoken, he told Eton to never come back. But he should’ve known better. History always, at some point, repeated itself. And like a moth to a flame, Eton had returned and Thanos had done the unthinkable—he’d ignored him. Ignored him, and recklessly thrown in his face his latest distraction.

  “You are far too curious, Paris Antoniou.”

  “And you are far too interesting to hide away in a room full of darkness and shadows.”

  It’d been a cruel and selfish thing to do, showing his Ancient that he was willing to talk to a lowly human over him. However, the moment he’d felt Eton’s disconnect, he knew he’d gone too far. He should’ve opened the door right then and told his sire that he hadn’t meant any of it.

  But he didn’t.

  And when that bone-chilling roar had reverberated down the hall, Thanos had realized the severity of his decision.

  “I don’t have time to
explain the finer details of this to you,” he said, spinning away from Paris.

  “Okay. But where do you want to go?”

  Fuck if I know, was his first thought. His second was that they had to leave the lair entirely, because there was next to nothing that would stop Eton when this side of him took over.

  But then Thanos thought of his cousins, and Kronos, who’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he left now, who knew how many of their kind would be dead by nightfall?

  “I need to find Vasilios,” he said, and began to pace again. Dammit, he really didn’t feel like confessing all of this to that Ancient, and he certainly did not relish the idea of facing anyone. “Or Alasdair.”

  “No. Not him,” Paris said, and when Thanos rounded back on the man, he saw him adamantly shaking his head. “I’m not going anywhere near that…that Alasdair guy.”

  Thanos cocked his head to the side at that. “You know Alasdair?”

  As though he realized his mistake, Paris quickly replied, “No.” But the word came out on a squeak as Thanos took hold of Paris’s wrist and yanked him forward.

  “You spoke of him as though you know him.”

  Paris shook his head, but Thanos refused to let him go, his anger and frustration starting to fester inside him. How had he been so lax in his involvement with this man? Allowing his desire for companionship to dull his senses. It was a weak move. But then again that was how he’d felt of late—weak.

  “Who are you, Paris Antoniou?” he demanded. “It’s time we stop with the idle chitchat and start talking of things that are relevant. How do you know Alasdair? How is it that you are here?”

  “I…I was brought here.”

  “Brought here?”

  “Yes.”

  “By Alasdair?”

  When Paris swallowed, Thanos watched the movement of his Adam’s apple, and for a split second had the intense desire to run the pads of his fingers over it instead of crush it.