Title : Shadows of the Night

Summary: Reno, a purebred vampire of very noble blood is forced become a slave to the Shinra family, an equally noble family that Reno's family, the Sinclair's, are at war with.

Warnings: slight non-con (if you're hoping for hardcore rape well this is the wrong story...),most likely violence, swearing and ... well...Reno being Reno... and yaoi (AKA BOY X BOY! Don't like = don't read) of course

AN: So I FINALLY got it done! Inspiration struck me this afternoon in english class. The plot bunnies filled my head of lots of beatiful images of Reno getting molested by Rufus and I was finally able to write it down after so many unsucessful tries... YAY thank you bunnies! The molesting part will come later thought... still too early for that...oh well...it's not like anyone out there is actually reading this Author Note... Bet yer all reading the fic already... alright then... on with the fic! R&R?

R X R

No matter what he did, the redhead couldn't get the damn thing off. He'd barely had the time to see it before they'd put it on him. In fact, his body was still sore from the rough treatment it had received. They'd manhandled him, restrained him and, finally, collared him like a fucking dog! From what he'd seen of it the damn collar was a small black ring about one inch tick and two inches wide and, by the feel of it, it was made out of some kind of metal. There was also a small glass surface at the front... or he tought it was glass. And to top it all, all his strenght had left him the moment the thing had been secured around his neck. He felt weak and jolts of pain coursed trought his body everytime he tried to use his vampiric magic. Once Reno had been properly branded, those filthy Shinra's had had their little fun with him. They'd beaten him, humiliated him and, once all was said and done, locked him up in the cell he'd been in for three nights now. At least he thought it had been three nights. He'd been deprived of food and had not seen the moon since his capture. They hadn't bothered to give him clean clothes either! He still wore those tight black leather pants and white silk shirt, but the once fine and elegant clothes were now dirtied by dirt and blood wich was, for once, his own. The articles were even torn in some places. All in all, he felt dirtier than he'd felt in years. He hadn't been able to wash up since the day before his capture. Even his hair was messed up. He'd lost the small leather band that usually held it in a ponytail so nothing was keeping it from falling freely down his back. His skin was a map of almost healed bruises, hence the soreness, wich was understandable since he'd been beaten black and blue by those Shinra's. Well he kept saying Shinra but he had yet to meet the main family. Not that he was looking forward to it.

"I'm so fuckin' sick of it all..." The Sinclair's voice was low and had that dangerous edge that it usually took when redhead was about to snap. Wich he so was! "One more fuckin' night here and I'll just..." However the prisoner never finished that statement for the door was thrown open and slammed against the wall, effectively silencing him.

In the doorway stood a rather bulky vampire. He was tall and incredibly bald. Reno was sure that he wasn't a purebred: his skin wasn't white (AN: This is NOT a racistic statement)... None of the main families had brown skin. Even as the bald man approached, the redhead stayed where he was. Only when the dark skinned hunter reached for him did he finally react. "What the hell do ya think yer doing there Baldie?" The newly named 'Baldie' merely smirked at the Sinclair's snarled question and grabbed the front of the silk shirt before Reno could pull away and yanked him to his feet.

"Resisting is useless." Obviously the man wasn't planning on talking any more than that since he ignored every question or insult the captive redhead threw his way as he dragged the purebred trought the hallways, actually chuckling when the Sinclair said he was 'one helluva rude bastard', wich earned him a glare form the redhead. Soon, they reached a pair of tall wooden doors with the Shinra family symbol carved in them. At that point Reno was ranting about how he would kick all of their asses and go home to have a nice long soak in the tub but stopped mid-sentence and started snarling instead when he recognised one of the guards in front of the doors.

The man was rather handsome. He was tall, a little shorter than bladie but still. He also looked kind of exotic with his long black hair and that funny tiny dot on his forehead... Well... Tiny dots aside, the Sinclair hated the man with a fiery passion. Why? Because he was the one who had actually caught him, brought him and, finally, had restrained him as he collared him in front of fairly large crowd. Seriously. He'd just been looking for a little human to fill his empty stomach and then that man had appeared out of nowhere. Off course Reno had immediatly recognized Shinra's colors on him, just as that Shinra lapdog had probably identified him as a Sinclair. Then there had been the fight... Well... There hadn't been that much of a fight... really... It was more like Dot-man wipping the floor with the redhead's rear end... But come on! Reno was barely seventeen and that other vamp was probably well over a hundred years old. The Sinclair was pretty sure he was a purebred too but he knew thar he was not born a Shinra so he was probably born to the Valentine's... Which made him wonder why the hell he was working with the Shinra's. Everyone knew the Valentine's had retired form the Power War decades ago.

As for the second guard, the redhead didn't know her. She was a little on the short side and had short blond hair. She too, wore the color of the ennemy.

As they came to an halt, Baldie aknowledged his fellow lapdogs with a nod that Dot-man and Blondie both returned before opening the doors that revealed what seemed to be a very important room of the Shinra mansion and Reno felt the urge hit someone, preferably Dot-man, when the man smirked at him as he and Baldie passed the doors. However, the redhead's attention was quickly drawn away from the guard as he took in his suroundings. The room he was in was big and circular. Almost all of it was decorated in white and blue and, in it's center, were three thrones. The one in the middle was slightly taller than the other two and was occupied by a blond man that was positively disgusting. It was the first time... and hopefully the last... that the Sinclair saw a fat vampire. He didn't even know it was possible for a vamp to get fat. The Shinra wore white silk pants and a blue silk shirt that hugged his round curves... well... round form... Anyway. In the second throne, to Fatie's left, sat a woman. She was also blond. Her long hair was styled up carefully and cascaded on her shoulders, obscuring the top of her tight blue dress. All in all, she was gorgeous but there was something about her that ticked Reno off. The last throne, the smaller one to the right, was innocupied.

As Baldie led him to the front of the thrones, superior smirks formed on the two Sinra's lips. when they came to a stop, it was the man who talked. " What do we have here? I didn't know Armando Sinclair had such a young son. You must be the youngest of the two. Well it doesn't matter. I've already decided what to do with you. Your death will serve as an exemple to your father and the rest your filthy family." The man seemed very proud of his little speech and Reno didn't even bother to specify that he was actually the third son.

The Sinclair opened his mouth, very intent on insulting the man in front of him but the man's wife interrupted him before he could even make a sound. " Now now honey let's think about this before making final decisions. What are the Sinclair's known for?" She continued before her husband could even think about the answer. " That's right love. Their short temper and great pride. Killing one of their prince would anger them but they would get over it in less than a century."

The leader of the Sinra family looked at his wife with a frown on his face, not quite understanding, unlike Reno, where this was leading. " What do you propose then?"

A sadistic smirk formed on the woman's lips as she looked at the redhead. " We must humiliate them." She seemed to think for a minute, the Sinclair prince being oddly calm the whole time, before her gaze strayed to the empty throne in the room and her smirk grew even wider. "Our son will reach the end of his first century next week right?" Her husband nodded, not quite sure where this was going. "I do believe we haven't found him a present yet."

Reno's whole being filled with dread as the man finally caught on to what his wife was saying and smirked back at her. "I'm so screwed..."

It had been a mere whisper but Baldie who was right next to the redhead heard it and actually felt bad for the boy. This little Sinclair had no idea how right he was.

R X R

AN: It's FINALLY done. Damn I was suposed to post this in august but I jut couldn't write it. Everytime I tried it sucked. I'm satisfied with this chapter but something about the part in in the thrones room bothers me but I can't put my finger on it. Anyway... If something is not clear or if you spot any error feel free to point them out. Constructive criticism will be appreciated and flames will be laughed at. Feel free to review if you liked it. Reviews do encourage me to write faster. I'll try to have at least monthly updates on this fic and once in a red moon from now on but I can't guaranty it. I have a lot to do lately.