The Hope of Death

[Ambrocious]

CHAPTER ONE: PART ONE
The Sowing

The heavy eyed man who looked approximately 26 years of age stepped through the door of my office as I smiled pleasantly and stood offering him a place to sit on the comfortably looking chair that all of my patients sat on. Dark circles were under his eyes and his lids themselves reflected those of a person who hadn’t slept in weeks. His bloodshot eyes were another indication yet I couldn’t feel that he was taking any drugs. This was a good sign for me, especially if I was going to begin looking for recruits today as I had planned to do for so very long.


Larry Johnson handed me his hospital records from across my desk as I grabbed them with my cold hands all the while Larry sat down on the chair and looked glumly at the office floor and then he quickly glanced at my name place holder on the desk which read in big white letters “Dr. Dalton Drice”. I opened the folder and pretended to look at his charts but actually I was recalling every person who had touched this file and papers. I saw faces of doctors and nurses; specialists who had seen him over the years. I heard entire full length conversations within seconds and memorized them all. I flipped the pages as I sat down slowly trying to make it seem as if I was carefully going over all the important information before I spoke a word.


The facts I needed flowed into my head as I touched the last piece of paper and I suddenly had the immense emotions of the man who had just walked into my office. This was called transference in my case since I am a vampire AND an empath. Being both give me a unique trait of humility and dignity…and nearly a soul. Thinking to myself very quickly about my factor of redemption was farfetched though, I knew this but still I thought about it.


The chart that I was looking at was now resting on the blackened desk where I had other various and neatly fashioned papers and some other objects for the purpose of some sort of calming “eye candy” effect for all of my patients. I looked up and Larry and smiled as he was staring at me as if I had taken an exaggerated amount of time sitting down.


“So you understand fully the services I provide Mr. Johnson,” I asked him taking off my professional looking glasses which were actually composed of simple glass, no prescription needed for me.

“I do sir,” squeaked the low and depressed sounding man.
“OK Larry, today we will start with your first move towards being able to be OK with moving onto your next life. At any time you feel uncomfortable with anything, you just let me know OK hun,” I said in a sweet yet not feminine way.
“Yeah,” he said half like he was an empty glass of cold water, calling for the other half of himself to return back to the glass.

“I want you to feel free to tell me anything. Most people start off talking about their life. It’s important to tell me everything though, no cutting corners or leaving parts out. I am here to listen to you, not judge. Nothing you tell me will ever leave this room.”

Larry sat up and placed his hand on my black desk and breathed out a huge chest full of anxiety. He seemed ready to spill the beans as I had seen from his charts that he was well accustomed to talking in the past about other things.


“When I was 12 years old, I knew I was gay. My mom kind of knew I was but she didn’t say anything because my dad would have beat me to death had he found out,” he began.

“When I was 14 my dad died in a car wreck on Hoover Street. He was killed by a drunk driver. They said he died upon impact…I may have hated him but he was still my dad. I loved him,” trailing off with his last few words I saw a singly tear flow from his eyes as I felt every single emotion that he was feeling, yet unable to cry I was off the hook. I had hoped he would put more detail into his story but I was unwilling to stop him.

“Shortly after he died, my mom moved out of our house which was pretty big and we was forced to live in an old broken down apartment,” he said with a smile on his face for the first time since he was here.

“That’s where I met him,” he said as I closed my eyes and felt love burn inside his heart, mixed with much bitterness.

“Jason Tulli was his name.
He came from Brazil when he was just 6 years old but he was 18 at the time.
He said that he was old fashioned and gentlemen and so he waited until I turned 18 before we did anything at all.
He even never kissed me in front of my mom and no matter how many times I asked him for more, he was always very much in charge and refused to let anything happen.
“On my 18th birthday, he had brought in a big box of chocolate and a VCR tape that I really liked when he first met me, my old cartoons that I really loved, he had remembered that I use to watch them when I was sad and it made me happy,” he said as I opened my eyes and saw him looking towards the wall at the abstract art paintings.
I could feel his heart beating; it reminded me of every person I knew and saw who was deeply sad from suffering a great loss.

“That night I will never forget. I was still a virgin,” he said looking up at me to assure me he was telling the truth, I knew he was.
“He took me to the bedroom of the rented apartment that he was staying in at that time. The room was lit up with candles, I thought it was silly, almost fake at first but he showed me how real something like that could be. We had sex that night.”

Larry suddenly stopped and gave me a look as if he wasn’t allowed to say much more. I used my glare of assurance to make him relaxed; it had nearly the same effect as Sodium thiopenta did (truth serum) and Larry began to smile.
“He made sure I was relaxed before he gently pushed it in me. Every time I made a face of pain, he stopped and hugged me with his big strong arms. His skin was that golden copper look; he was half Spanish and half Italian. After a little bit I loosened up and told him to go faster but he still went slow to make sure he wasn’t hurting me.

“I won’t ever forget him you know,” he said looking at me with tears crossing down his face. Larry wasn’t ugly at all but he was for sure sleep deprived…and sick. I knew from handling his charts earlier that he had AIDS and that he was expecting to die within a year’s time. He didn’t find out soon enough to stop the AIDS from advancing and the drugs to fight it didn’t work.

“I had so many hopes and dreams. I always wanted to be someone who could change the world,” he said this as he smiled yet cried; sensing some vague memory or maybe it was a projected image that he was thinking about “future tense” of what he wanted to be. I felt suddenly everything there was about him and I knew exactly that he was a very selfless person; the kind that would walk in front of a bus and push you out of harm’s way to save your life. I knew that I needed him at this very moment…but I had to be careful. I had never attempted to do this before.


“Larry, are you familiar with the Vada Caoa method of therapy,” I asked him with a tilt of my head.
“No I’m not very familiar with anything. I just want to get this over with as soon as I can and hope I don’t wind up some place…some other place bad,” he said as I grabbed instantly at his mind seeing him standing in flames, burning. I quickly batted that thought aside.
“I want to try with you that method of therapy Larry but you’re going to have to put some effort for this one,” I said with a very faint smile.
“I’ll do whatever it takes. I have nothing left to lose.”


I looked at my watch at the time; it was 1:30 P.M.
“Meet me at Pier 48,” I said as I nodded once with slightly too much enthusiasm.
“How did you know about…?”
“Your charts said that you use to go there to think. That it made you feel better, or so that’s what Dr. Mensoon had wrote,” I said cutting him off so that he wouldn’t be too suspicious.
Larry smiled a bit and wiped a tear from his eyes with relief as if he had forgotten he had told that to his past shrink.
“For a second there I thought you were psychic,” he said with an honest laugh, mostly in relief.
“Well I’m half way a hospice psychiatrist and half way a funeral planner, sometimes it’s easy for me to spot where and when things will be more effective,” I said fabricating the truth of what I really was.
In truth, I really didn’t have a tagged profession because over the expansion of 700 years of my…death, I had acquired nearly everything that I could fathom.
I was even learning about computers as it seemed to be the latest fad amongst normal people.






“Do you usually meet up with all your patients in this way,” Larry asked me as I sat beside him looking off into the water.
It was pitch black outside tonight and the moon was not in the sky. Clouds covered the heavens not letting any light shine down.
“Very few,” I said as I handed him a cup of hot cocoa.
“Thank you,” he said as he sipped at it, trying to cover himself up more than he already was with his thick jacket.
The wind was cold and winter was abroad.
The cold crisp air was no doubt getting to him but it had little effect on me at all.
“This is some really good hot cocoa,” Larry said smiling at me.
He had gotten all cleaned up apparently since I saw him earlier this afternoon. His face no longer had stubble on it and his baby like skin, pleasantly unblemished sparkled like diamonds in my eyes.
I knew that he was the one I needed.
“My secretary Lori always drinks it,” I said in honesty as she was human and she had kept my secret valiantly.
She was one of the two humans in San Francisco that knew what I was, the other was in a mental hospital.
The ocean waves crashed against the deep bottom of the Pier.
Larry looked over at me and then out into the darkness of the sea.
“So,” he said starting off the conversation first.
I had no idea how to tell him what this was really about.
“What is this therapy and how long will it take me until I’m ready to,” he said halting at the right words to say for “die”.

“It won’t take as long as you would think,” I said as I looked at his expression actually turn into a more worried one than before.

“But we can of course take all the time in the world. This is your therapy Larry and you choose when you’re ready,” I said trying to help eradicate that worried look off his face.
I felt it inside of him; he feared death so much.
I reached out and laced my hand on his thigh and gave it a slight grip of peace. He looked over at me with those eyes…I felt it coming.


Larry leaned over and was hugging me and I wrapped my arms around him as he began to weep silently. I was so close to his neck right now…I could hear his blood pumping through his neck. Instead of listening to his blood flow and being ever so tempted to bite into that succulent bounty of liquid life, I tuned into my empathic skills and felt the overwhelming feeling of trust…and love. This was something I hadn’t felt from another person in so long


I myself not being so ugly that another man wouldn’t turn and take another look was to be seen by the average person as if I was maybe in my early thirties. Yet as a vampire, I always had that allure with me by default that I couldn’t turn off. I knew quickly who was lusting after me, which was about 99 percent of all humans. This made me temporarily sick from feeling Larry’s emotions of love transfer to me and I pulled back politely and slowly. I smiled at him with a very convincing smile.

“I don’t want to die,” Larry managed to say in a weak yet sad voice.
He slumped down back into my arms as I held him…feeling every ounce of hurt and pain he felt as well as absorbing his life’s memories while I held onto him.
I knew certainly now that he was the one I needed.
The one that would help me make the world a bit better and brighter…even in the darkness of night.
“There is another option besides death,” I said as I held onto him.
He grasped at my back as his weak body all but hung in its frame; the virus wreaking havoc on his body, tearing it slowly into oblivion.
“I wish that was true.”


“You can be undead,” I said carelessly.
I slipped up with my words. Larry pulled back and laughed with a smile.
“I would accept that any day. If it meant I would be able to be healthy and…well vibrant. I wish vampires were real but this is the real life he said as he took his hands from around me completely and dropped his head, looking into the oceans blackness.


“What if I told you that everything you thought you knew was wrong?”

Larry smiled and looked at me.
“Are you a vampire,” he asked with a serious tone but his mind was twisted in a sarcastic humorous question letting me know ultimately he was being sarcastic.
“Yes,” I said with a smile and then I laughed and nudged his arm with my fist. Larry laughed too, clearly taking this whole bit as nothing more than a joke.
“So is absurdity all part of this therapy doc,” he asked me with a smile and a laugh of relief.

I smiled back at him and then instantly I sprang to my feet and jumped high into the air, landing on the two story building directly behind where I previously sat. Larry was barely able to see where I had went to because I had moved so quickly and when he saw where I stood he scrambled to his feet and was in absolute panic mode. I jumped from the building and landed almost right next to him. His breathing was hard and I could tell he wanted to bolt. He instantly tried to back up but he began to fall off the ledge of the pier and I grabbed his arm at lightning speed as his body dangled off the pier.

“Do you believe now,” I asked as his eyes were screaming.




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[momoman]

CONTINUE!

I have secretly wanted to be a vampire since I read Twilight and Dracula This is going just the way I want it to go! Again, Continue!

Your writing is brilliantly executed! "learning computers" was the kicker for me!

TTYL, xx

momoman

 

[Autolycus]

A spine chiller! Just right for a winter's tale.

 

[hardreader]

There is a lot of vampire stuff being written these days. Some of it is really trite and fails to grasp all the complexities of development and emotion and self-worth that would be fueling and tearing apart a person who knew they would be among the living dead forever. This opening shows real promise. I'm interested to see where you take it. You have such fertile ground. Please, nurture this sprig of a story and make something truly special of it.

 

[TimWhite07]

love the story so far, keep it up.

 

[Ambrocious]

CHAPTER ONE: PART TWO

Explanations

I tightened my grip around Larry’s arm as he began to contemplate letting go of his hand and plunging into the ocean.
His eyes continued to scream at me but then suddenly he lost a large portion of his fear which was replaced with despair as if he were a caught mouse in a cat’s mouth.
He loosened his grip on mine seeing that I wasn’t about to let him fall into the ocean.
The thoughts inside his head were quick for him as he was thinking at the speed of sound but I interpreted everything he was thinking as if it were in slow motion.


I pulled him up and gently set him down on his uneasy and wobbly fear ridden feet.
His eyes darted away from me as I saw in his mind himself running faster than I was; imagining that he could outrun my death bite that he thought I wanted so eagerly to administer to his neck.
His thoughts were off only slightly.
I didn’t want to kill him as I have killed others in my past…it wasn’t even me killing him more so than transforming him.
I knew that I could use a partner to help me out and so what better partner to have than a human who had nothing to lose yet everything to gain?
I had seen his heart and knew that it was pure.


“This doesn’t have to happen,” I said as I backed off to allow him to breathe even though he was holding his breath. “Take a breath,” I said as I saw his facial features display plain discomfort. He breathed out in giant gasps of air, suddenly looking around as if something else was just around the corner, maybe a werewolf and a witch would jump out and try and attack him, or such were the kinds of wild thoughts that he was having while standing there absolutely defenseless.


“I’m offering to you immortality Larry, but you can still choose it or not,” I said giving him my assurance with a force of emotions that leaked into his head and into his body with an extreme push of persuasion.
He was only slightly less tense even with such a strong push on my part.
“If I say no are you going to kill me,” he asked in between his gulps of air as his hands reached for the Piers edge again, prepared to face the jagged and crushing cold of the water over the bite of my teeth.


“You have my word, I will not kill you.
But since I revealed myself to you against my better judgment,” I said as I lowered my head slightly making the point very stern and clear.


“I will have to relocate you if refuse however,” I said to him with old memories of having to do this almost same thing in 1944.
I swore to protect an X-Human who had been turned into a vampire.
He did not need the protection, his daughter did.
He knew that he was going to be killed by the rival vampire clan when he went to war in Germany to fight in WWII and him being still fumed and contaminated by the humanistic trait of Patriotism decided to sneak into battle since he could not go on board the SS Robert E. Peary which was built back then in record timing of a mere four days, 15 hours and 29 minutes.
Ben Shawning had me swear to protect his daughter and I obviously did a good enough job of that since his granddaughter now worked as my secretary.
I held to my oaths.


“If I said I wanted to stay here and not leave, would you kill me then,” he asked me, clearly trying to push the envelope with fear in his voice as he clamored to know every single detail about his full options.


“You have no choice but to leave if you choose not to be turned.
There are rules that even I must follow Larry Johnson, and they are less of rules and more of an unstopped force that I cannot break, unless of course I wish to be broken. Nature as it seems does NOT like us,” I said through a slightly gritted teeth formation to express my seriousness, not wanting to enforce the rules if it came down to it, not with this one human anyway.
It is rare to find a selfless soul in these darker than usual times and I really wanted to keep him by my side to help.


“So if I stay here and be…turned,” he shuddered with fear in his eyes as I saw in his mind the faces of his loved ones…along with the faces of those who betrayed him.
His emotions began to mix and he began to waft noisily in thought about revenge but then quickly squashed those images by an extremely sad picture in his head. I had seen that picture all too much.
The fear that it struck even into my heart was unfathomable.
The man who was dying on that torture stake; he was the mystical savior in many faiths.
It alluded to me that I would conceive such an ancient form of power to still be liable to my conscience effort of functioning in modern days, even in this vampire body of mine.
It always confused me that mankind would dream of killing a higher sentient being that would have brought something good into this world.
Mankind would be so ghastly to carry out a plot against something that was truly good in the far reaches of history.


I trailed off into memory of one such vampire who witnessed a turning of one of his own brothers back into a human by the hands of this being…this otherworldly being.
I remember the sound of the vampires’ voice as he told me that his own brother died a normal life…being completely healed of any trace of ever being a vampire he had aged gracefully and even had children.
I didn’t know if the man written in the ancient texts was really the son of God…but I always had estimated that he was indeed another anomaly in this world…much like I was, only on the opposite spectrum and one that didn’t bring healing into this world; this was my curse to face for eternity.
I wanted to change this fact though, that’s why I sought men like Larry for.
The darkness I had brought forth for so long needed vanquishing and I had a lot of catching up to do if I ever dreamed of being able to accomplish anything remotely “good”.


“I will help you to achieve your dreams, and then I will help you achieve the dreams that your dreams have dreamed” I said as I looked into his eyes with a fierce honesty that he seemed to know without me having to force him into believing with my persuasive vampire empathetic ability.

“I won’t ever be the same though.
All that I know….everyone who knows me will be gone,” he muttered that last part with some sadness and some relief too.
Larry suddenly rubbed his arms in the frigid air and smiled up at me, the fear leaving him quicker than I had expected.

“Will it cure my AIDS,” he asked me with a sudden explosion of hope in his eyes. This is when I smiled and shook my head.
Larry walked closer to me, at first unsure in his own mind if he had truly made up his thoughts to do this or not.
I sensed that he wanted to do this more than anything but he also wanted something else…something more.

“Will it fix my heart,” he asked me very softly as he approached me even closer than I had expected him to, especially after just learning that I was a vampire.
He grabbed my hand that was clearly icy cold to him and lifted it slightly in expectation; his eyes met my gaze and I felt a flood of emotions billow out of his body and soak into my emptiness nearly creating what filled like an artificial soul…it felt immeasurably great.

“I have no guarantee for this,” I said instantly with a sharp overtone of harshness, seeing in my head exactly what he wanted, absolutely unsure that I could fulfill his wishes of that even once he was a vampire.
I was gay but I haven't had a mate in many years.
Not since my love Dakota Realto died in the Salem witch trials of the Spring of 1693.
He exposed himself to the humans after smelling the burning flesh and blood of the people accused of being witches and had a moment of chaos where he attacked a woman in her mid 20’s.

He knew that he would be targeted but it wasn’t the humans who brought him to justice, it was the clan of Chizm, the rival vampire clan from Norway who had taken him out after starving him for 2 months, and he was too weak to fight.
He was delivered to town and killed with even less strength than a mere human. I couldn’t bear to watch him being burned alive…but his screams echoed in my head as he called for me all the while I could do nothing about it.
If I tried…I would be the next to die.


“I can only promise you that you will be immortal…AND that rules apply,” I said staring at him as he began to pierce me with eyes burning with lust.
His gaze had turned from love earlier on the pier to fear and then to lust.
Once he had found out that I was a vampire, my vampire natural allure mechanism seemed to be perpetuating an aroma I hadn’t intended it to create.
I was embarrassed for once in over 20 years.

“I’ll take you home tonight,” I said as I offered him to come with me in my car, he had taken a Taxi here and it was very cold for any human on this night.
“Aren’t you going to turn me tonight,” he asked with a sudden loss of confidence in me as if it had to be done tonight and right there on the Pier.
“No,” I grumbled and then smiled at him with a purposeful look of confusion.
“What,” he asked me as I turned my head away, playing a game with him that I hadn’t been able to do with people since I knew that actually exposing who and what I was were not allowed unless someone wanted to die.


Larry stepped toward me more closely as he reached out and weakly grabbed my arm with a smooth caress. He smiled as I saw exactly what he had in mind…my own mind turned to a bit more than just sex as I foresaw myself getting a bit too rough for Larry. I had to resist him.


“Your thoughts are over pouring into my mind Larry,” I told him bluntly as they indeed were but they weren’t as bad as most peoples’ thoughts were.
I simply found it more irresistible because he was a selfless person where as others would simply think of themselves and how they would have their way with me, Larry was imagining himself as the submissive…and with detail now too.


“Larry,” I said grabbing firmly at his shoulders as he tensed up, his mental thoughts vanishing with a sudden fear and panic re-entering his head.
I loosened up my grip as I didn’t intend to frighten him.


“Before I turn you, you must know every detail, or at least most details of what you will be expecting.
I need to explain to you some things that you need to know before I turn you so you can be ready.”


“I’ll have all the time in the world to be told after you turn me,” he said with a new panic related to his AIDS as if he would drop dead right now.
I could feel every fiber of his being and knew he had a good year and a half to live even in his current state.
The urgency to turn him was not so significant in the present; his fears were the actual demoralizing factor here.
“There is time. I promise you, there is still time.”



Larry laughed a little bit as he rubbed his arms, slightly stepping away from me to warm his self up.


He looked out into the blackness of the toiling angry ocean and took in a deep breath.
He exhaled and away with his breath seemed to slip also all of his burdens that he held onto for so many years of his short human life.


I gazed at his facial features and looked into his head; it was filled only with the sound of the ocean and with the words repeating and intertwining with each other, over and over again, I heard the same nervous chant,
I’m ready, I’m ready



“I always imagined that I would look about 60 years old before I died of AIDS. I guess I’m comforted that it won’t be the case but what bothers me is what I don’t know.”
“What do you want to know,” I asked.
“What really defines a vampire as being a vampire?”
I smiled, knowing what he was asking.
There were so many different stories out there about what a vampire could do and what they couldn’t do.
In the human genre of movies and films, as of late, the movies were starting to be more realistic than any past indoctrination and propaganda in regards to the true nature of vampires.


“Vampires can do many things.
We know our own potential that we have as humans even more clearly once we are vampires.
Some humans, before being turned are insightful or some can tell the truth from lies, this is also known as discernment to many.
Once they are turned, they have a great increase of that natural ability.
Some humans can be good liars and they then in turn become deadly and seductive vampires in which are usually lethal and loathed by most of us.


“Some of us have very unique abilities and powers to do things based on what we were as humans.
Most humans have never loved anything or anyone truly and so the ability to love as being a vampire is next to impossible.
Once your normal human abilities are amplified, they tend to drown out almost every other new thing that you might want to develop or learn on the inside once you become a vampire.
Some vampires are wild cards,” I said as I trailed off in a deep memory that still confused me to this day.


“Wild cards,” asked Larry in confusion as he looked at my face that looked just as confused as his own.
“They can do anything; more or less, better or worse than other vampires because before they were turned…well they were insane to put it quite frankly.
Not all wild cards are insane though.
Some are brilliant minded humans who then in turn become the most ruthless element alive.
Because they can conceive nearly anything…they can almost achieve the unthinkable.”
Larry walked a bit closer to me as I looked up at him. He was thinking hard at the moment.

“What is one example of…well…what was the weirdest thing you have ever seen one do,” he asked as I wasn’t sure how to feel about telling the story completely.
“One of them was able to teleport…but there were a lot of problems with him.”
“Wait a minute…teleport!?”
“Yes,” I said looking at his ever more confused face.
He looked I could imagine as I must have looked 17 years ago when I actually saw it happen.
“Samuel Wingham was his name. He now dwells in the shadow places though, places unseen that no one should ever be able to go to” I said not even wanting to delve into that subject and by the look on Larry’s face, neither did he.
“Let’s get you home.”






We arrived at his small apartment and I instantly heard him chime something happy inside his head but I couldn’t make out what it was for some reason.
He opened the door and walked in, I remained outside of it waiting.
Larry looked around his apartment at the mess.

“Sorry for the tornados here…haven’t cleaned in ages it seems,” he said as he turned to face me.
“Are you gonna heat up the outside all night or are you going to get in here and close the door,” he asked, but he didn’t ask me directly so I was stuck standing there.
“This is one part about vampires that IS true,” I said to Larry just inside a tone as if I were in a Library.
Larry looked as if he was dumb for a second and then it clicked in his head.
“Please come in,” he said slightly irritated.
I stepped through the doorway with a smile on my face and slowly closed the light wooden door behind me.
“I could put a sign on the door that reads “all vampires welcome” if that helps, that way you can just come in whenever you like” he said as he shot me a sarcastic smile.

“That would not work. You have to verbally and consciously allow a vampire into your home.”

I walked over to where he stood in the middle of his living room where it looked and SMELLED the worse.
Because of my heightened smell, nearly everywhere I went was overpoweringly “scented”.
The smell of a strong musk hit my nostrils and also the scent of something rotted…meat.
I ignored the smells as always to the best of my ability knowing that it was probably crumbs in unseen places that humans wouldn’t be able to see.


“If I have to follow rules even more so as a vampire than I do now as a human, this is going to be one hell of a sour ride into the future,” he said with a flash of anger and yet more so with irritation.

“Like I said before, these rules that we follow are less like rules and more like living substances.
We are forced by NATURE to follow the rules.
There have been vampires who tried to break the rules.
They tried even when it hurt them. The saying goes that if a vampire does not obey nature that he must rejoin it,” I said as I grabbed at a nearby potted plant and pinched at the sand and let it fall back into place from a short distance up.


Larry shuddered with the thought of being turned into dirt for not obeying nature.
I actually didn’t explain to him to what degree it took to disobey nature or the “rules” and to that degree, it was nearly impossible.

Larry looked around and then quickly at me, frowning all the more.
I felt that he was more upset however that he hadn’t cleaned the apartment.
I quickly scanned his mind and saw where everything was suppose to go in the house and flashing around within a 15 second time period I cleaned the entire front room of clutter and debris.
A single feather was left wafting down in front of me from my swift cleaning when I came to a stop in front of Larry.
I snatched the feather in between two fingers faster than his eyes could process.

Looking around the room after I had stopped, he seemed to have become highly defensive as if he could stop any form of attack I would or wouldn’t dish out.
“Don’t ever do that again,” he said, breathing with a tickle of panic and surprise.
“I think you will be pleasantly surprised about where I put all your stuff,” I said with a smug smile.
He looked around the room and picked up a statue of a humming bird and moved it slightly to the left and straitened it up.
“You were off by an inch…kind of messy for a vampire isn’t it,” he said as we both cracked a smile.


“Do all vampires know where things are suppose to go in complete strangers homes,” he inquired of me with wonder clearly emitting from his body.


“No. As I told you before, some of us as humans have abilities and traits.
I was a very empathetic person when I was turned. I now can feel and hear and see people’s memories in something much like High Definition television.
I can also touch objects and see their entire history…even that wooden statue of the bird…it came from a tree in Massachusetts.”


“You’re amazing,” Larry emoted with absolute bewilderment written all over his face.


“My grandpa made that hummingbird statue when he was living in Massachusetts.
Only a few years later he died from a heart attack,” the images sloshed into my mind of Larry’s grandfather’s funeral.
I saw the faces of the people he loved.
I saw the preacher who read the famous funeral lines.
Then everything I saw was suddenly focused on Him, not Larry, the other man inside Larry’s memory.


“Stanly Millmore was at the funeral,” I said aloud as I looked up at Larry with surprise.


“Well it looks like you don’t have any problems with seeing EVERYTHING now do you,” he said absolutely casual like without any strings attached.
I was afraid to say too much since I knew what Stanley was…he wasn’t one of us…he wasn’t anything I had ever cared to meet in my life…yet I had in the past and the results of meeting that…thing was more than mysterious and disturbing. I knew he was powerful beyond belief, but what was he?


“Stanley helped my grandpa out over a period of 13 years.
He would always bring him food from town since my grandpa lived on the country. He was a real life saver,” Larry said not even knowing anything about who the real Stanley Millmore was.


“Did he ever…hurt any of you in any odd ways?
I mean like ways that you might have suspected was him but because he was so “nice” you never suspected anything about him?”


“I didn’t really know him a bunch.
Well I did know him more than I let on,” he said as he began to remember that moment in which he met Stanley in his grandpa’s garden where they both locked eyes.
Larry was only 20 at the time and I could feel the pain still lingering inside of him from losing his previous love Jason Tulli.
In the vivid mind of Larry I could feel the emotions stirring as his lips edged closer to Stanley’s perfect supple and pink lips, Stanley edging closer too.
A loud voice interrupted inside of the memory as Larry’s grandpa was calling for Stanley to help him open a can of beans.
I left Larry’s mind as he was suddenly standing right next to me without me noticing it.

“Did you see,” he asked me as he nodded with full expectation that I saw the scene.

“I saw…did you two,” I asked, already knowing the answer was “no” but I needed to be assured of not only the facts but his intentions as well.
“No we didn’t do anything.
I thought maybe he liked me but I seemed to have scared him off for the rest of the day.
I felt really lousy after he opened a can of Bush’s Baked Beans and left all in a hurry.

“It’s because he felt your pain,” I said suddenly too quickly, forgetting that I wasn’t suppose to sound to suspicious, not wanting Larry to feel as if I knew something else.
“Was there something wrong with Stanley,” he asked with that look on his face; totally unaware of anything special about him at all.
He looked at my face for answers and then he seemed to understand that there was something about Stanley that I wasn’t telling him.

“Did he do something,” Larry asked with a low tone of voice as if Stanley would jump out from behind the curtain and surprise us as if he was omnipresent.

“Stanley isn’t from this world Larry,” I said it as plainly as I could say it without saying too much into what I knew, and that was very little.
“What he’s like an alien or something? Oh god don’t tell me they exist too,” he said with an expected return of me telling him that “they” existed.

“Not like that…he’s more like from a different dimension of existence if I could be a judge of things.
He was never on earth until the late 1940’s as far as I know but I don’t think he is a little green man, in case you are wondering.”
“What do you think he is then,” he asked with pure fascination.

“I really don’t know what he is. Only that he’s not as innocent as you think he is. He’s a visitor to this world Larry, not a citizen.”
Larry shuddered at all the things he didn’t know about.
I could tell that this was going to be a very long process. I was more than willing to help Larry though because he had some hope.


“Larry we need to focus on the issue of you and your near future.”
“Right…” he said as he looked back at the couch that was against the wall and sat down, I sitting down closely beside him.

“So do you ever grow old I guess is the question I was going to ask earlier but I don’t think you do based on some things you already said.”
“We can choose to “artificially” age if we want to.
Skilled vampires that have been around for more than two or three hundred years have learned to rapidly age in a manner of seconds if they wanted to.
Most new vampires can age backwards ONLY into the age at which they were turned at. If your 23 and you get turned, you can’t go back to 22. That would defy the law of nature.”

Larry nodded, moving along to more questions.


“So what about garlic and crosses and silver,” he said waiting for me to answer.
“Garlic has an effect on about 39 percent of us. We are not sure why but it mostly affects the more ancient forms of vampires including anyone older than 500 years.”
“So it does affect you then?”
“I am exempt from this one luckily. It doesn’t bother me.”
“And what about crosses and silver?”
“Crosses do not have any effect on me nor does it affect anyone else that is a vampire…unless of course they were previously a Christian, then I suppose it would be like rubbing salt into an open wound.”
Larry laughed a little at that explanation.

“Silver IS actually a dangerous substance to us,” I said as I looked at him with all seriousness.
“It can fatally wound us, make us sick, anything in the form of harming us.


There was a time that I was being hunted pithily by the United States government.
They sent three highly skilled agents to meet with me about 8 years ago.
“All of them WERE vampires and I could tell instantly what they wanted,” I said with a sadistic satisfied smile, I myself knowing the outcome of the story continued on.

“They had come to gather me in the net of international vampires and anomalies alike. There are many “not so normal” people who rule this world Larry, in case you never knew that.

“The tallest of the three vampires was the oldest of them. He stood about 6 foot 3 and he had the most beautiful blue eyes and golden blond hair.
He slipped a paper in front of my eyes, asking me to sign it so I can quickly be moved into the exemption from law act which was secretly and incrementally being implemented to many different people and entire organizations over a period of 50 years. I handed the paper back to the agent, smiling.
I refused.

“This got the shorter one looking worried as if I was something special, something they hadn’t prepared for.
For some reason their minds were clouded and I couldn’t read them, I found out why later on.
After they all nodded, at the time I had a wide black couch, they all sat on the couch and pulled out a flask in which I hadn’t seen in ages.
I knew what it was and only once had I drank from it.”


“What is it,” Larry asked with a voice filled to the brim with excitement.


“This flask was forged about 2000 years ago…from the cup that sat at the foot of Jesus of Nazareth…or so they claim.
It was not the same cup…I really don't think so anyway and I don’t know if it was from even the same area but after first drinking from the flask in 1600’s, I had felt lighter than a feather and for 8 whole months I lost the urge to drink blood.
I in fact began to revert back into a human for a short time and started to eat food. This didn’t last long.
So naturally when I saw the flask again…I knowing what it was…I asked them for the papers.

“They laughed and handed me the flask first in which I opened it and smelled blood…the blood of pure virgins.
I took in a deep draft and swallowed with pleasure.
I began to feel good all over like before and asked for the papers but they stood up and took the flask back from me and smiled and said they would return by tomorrow. They didn’t come back.”


“What happened,” Larry asked; his hands were grabbing at the ends of the couch thoroughly enjoying this true story that I had lived.
I smiled and looked up at him and continued on.

“I almost died after I drank from that flask.
It was laced with a thick mixture of Colloidal Silver that I for some reason did not imagine would ever be in the flask.
I laid on the floor for a very long time it seemed.
While the supernatural affect of my transformation was taking place, back into a human slightly, I was actually suffering in agony from the micro particle silver specs flowing in my system.
Lori found me in the very early part of the morning before the sun came up and forced me to take some disgusting stuff called Zeolite with some Tiger blood that she had saved for me in the cooler. The Zeolite stuff forced the colloidal silver to ooze out of my pores in my skin…it truly did burn the whole time.
After I got better hours later I asked her how she knew and she told me the truth.”


“What’s the truth,” asked Larry in a hypnotized like way. My story was more interesting than I had thought it would be.


“She saw the three men inside a vampire hang out place where I often send Lori to get me supplies.
I have eyes on the inside that watch her, protect her.
She is trained to pay attention to everything and when she heard them talking about how they had just poisoned one of us she began listening.
She found out that it was me who was poisoned and with what.
Thank God for Lori and thank God for Google. Modern technology really is the next miracle that mankind disregard.

To cut a long story short, after I had gotten better and I found out about what had happened, those three agents didn’t know that I had secret contacts inside the CIA who knew about us and a few of them were my friends to a large degree.
There was a scientist who doubled as vampire, quite the specimen of wisdom if I say so myself. Parker is the only name he has.
I informed Parker of the three agents that poisoned me and he got on the ball looking for those sorry bastards. The agents were found and dealt with. They were all lead into a UV oven and fried within milliseconds. All that they left behind was their implants that blocked out unwanted mental communication. It was beautiful; I still have the video footage if you like to see it some time. “

“I’m sorry I’m lost here,” Larry stated in a way as if I was speaking in a completely different language.

“Lori used the internet to find out what Colloidal Silver was and how to remove it. She didn’t want to show up without any solutions or I may have hurt her in pure rage that is nothing that any human should face.
That last part of the story is pretty self explanatory though.”

“So colloidal silver is a poison to you then? Does it do anything bad to normal people like me?”
“It does quite the opposite, although mainstream media would have you believe that it is horrible for you.
Did you know that both CNN and Fox News are owned by two feuding vampire families?”

Larry laughed at that one.
“I know they are pretty big liars but that’s a bit farfetched.”
I shook my head in agreement but only to get into talking terms so that Larry could ask more questions.

“Sunlight is something most of us should avoid,” I said shaking my head with a smile.
“Why is it most of you, do all of you burn or only some of you,” Larry managed to ask as he shifted into a slightly more uncomfortable position than before and then back again to a comfortable sitting spot.

“As I said, each vampire has some unique things about them.
Most of us will burn in the sunlight if we stand there for too long.
Some of us can scamper through quickly enough and only get a mild sunburn that heals in seconds.
Some turn to ashes instantly.
There are different tribes or clans on this earth who have learned to walk in the day as people with no effect from the sunlight…I am actually very jealous of those ones and I have met a few of them.

“A clan of vampires in China bathes in the sunlight.
They have this weird way of collecting the sunlight in their skin… and squeezing it out into a liquid.”

Larry was making a disgusted face now at my comment.
“I’m sorry this really must be an information overload for you,” I said as I got up and was ready to go.
Larry stood too but just stood there looking like he was a puppy without a home to go to.

“The biggest reason that I asked you to meet me tonight was because you Larry can truly love.
I am looking to create a small army of good vampires out of people like you. People who have lost the will to live but were not dealt out a fair lot in life,” I said in a soft sweet tone as I cradled my hand on his soft shaven chin and felt a vein twitch nearby.

“I thought you said it was impossible for a vampire to love.”
I smiled at Larry and then placed my arms around his waist loosely and gazed into his beautiful hazel eyes.
“I said it is almost impossible to love as a vampire. You already know how to.
Believe me or not, love is the greatest of all things that a vampire can ever desire to have.”

“I don’t think I can live up to your expectations,” he said as he shrugged and gave me those puppy eyes.

“I think you’ll do more than I expect because of who you are now,” I said as I pulled him into a soft hug on my part.
It was a slightly tight hug that he returned to me although I could tell he was flexing every muscle he had in his arms to make me stay there with him.
I easily pulled him off of me and he pouted.

“We will do this in the right time,” I assured him.
“I have to go for the night.”

And with that final word I opened the door and vanished from his life for that night leaving the next appointment date for him to meet me in his hand written on one of my business cards.
As I ran faster than any car could travel and leaped over small buildings, I knew I was doing the right thing.
I left my keys to my car with Larry and on my business card, on the back, was my explanation to him of why I was letting him barrow my car.
I knew he would find the keys in his pocket that I slipped in there very quickly.
I didn’t know if he was ready for this though. I hoped he was.

 

[momoman]

BRILLIANT! More.

 

[DonQuixote]

Ambrocius, my friend,
I didn't know you' published a new story line.

Shades of Vampires. I remember "Dark Shadows", vaguely, from my teens, and of course the classic Dracula, as well as a few parodies with Leslie Neilsen and George Hamilton, as well as Abbot and Costello. I may even have read some Ann Rice.

I'm not well versed on the current Twilight saga, as my kids are, however.

Then there's the other thread on here that appears to be stalled for the time being - is he or isn't he? We may never know for sure.

This has been an intriguing tale so far. I look forward to seeing how you continue to develop it.

It's good to see you back and prolific here.

Thanks for your time, energies, and creative juices invested in this story.

 

[Ambrocious]

CHAPTER ONE: PART THREE
Beautiful Relic

I was more worried throughout all the night as I had swished home very quickly after leaving Larry alone with so many questions and I could tell that he wanted to ask me but I could not nor would not answer in his early time frame. It would not work out so quickly. As I opened the doors to my home; quickly surveying the calmness of the place I felt that Lori was out for the night. Probably having some fun human things to do no doubt. She deserved it. I could feel every ounce of what Lori was doing and what she was thinking and feeling when she was near, she had slipped out to a club tonight.

I had a mental flash of her writing a note with that smirk on her face. I found the note on the table as I kept the lights off to keep the place completely dark, the dark was still plenty enough bright for me and so reading wasn’t an issue either. The note was folded in half and I nearly tore it trying to handle such a frail piece of paper and then I noticed that it was a napkin.


I went out with an interesting person tonight. He’s almost as dead as you so I’m hoping that tonight will be the night I get turned.
With love, Lori.


I grimaced at her remark. She knew how badly I didn’t wish to see her like me. No one in their prime of life should ever wish to become like me but Lori had maintained and entertained the fascination of me turning her.

Every time I of course refused. She was much more valuable to me alive. Her fascination with death might indeed wind up taking a walk to far I feared. One day she might indeed wind up meeting one of my kind and probably get killed, not turned. Too many of us were bloodthirsty. Too many were so hungry and evil.

I tossed the note into the nearby trash and proceeded forward through the double doors. I continued forward, passed the paintings and the water fountain and the bathroom which I never used. The supply closet was the next door that I would encounter on my walk; it was locked.


I gazed idly at the thick door in front of me. It had my name and title written on it in black letters yet surrounded by golden trim. I opened the door and stepped onto the stairs.


The winding stair case led down two stories below ground where it had ended suddenly leaving me standing in a small pleasant light powder blue room. The little room in front of me would lead directly ahead into the visible path that would naturally go to my office where I had all my clients meet.

I looked towards my glass door which was frosted that had my name etched into the frosting to be easily read from the outside. Dr. Dalton Drice. I tugged on a smirk for a half of a second.

Two chairs and a softer than normal chartreuse couch were situated there in this small waiting room; I rarely had a lot of people waiting outside for my hospice service.The wall beside me was my objective. It appeared to anyone else that it was a brick wall but I knew more of course. I slammed my palm against the wall but it didn’t shatter to bits like any normal wall would under my tremendous force. The wall instantly slid aside as my pressure had triggered the enormous titanium gears to grind to life. As it grinded open I saw my inner chambers instantly; firstly presented by a wide and fancy decorated stair case made of marble.

Directly above me was the chandelier that hung with its softer than normal lights illuminated the large room that was the entrance to my underground lair. No one else was allowed here unless it was my explicate desire. Lori was not even allowed here. I smiled as I paced forward and thudded the latch as the wall groaned back into its secure frame, tightly shutting. I slowly walked down the shiny steps placing my arms on the mahogany railing as I strode downwards. The stairs curbed and then abruptly ended leading into a small doorway made of a darkly polished oak door that glistened nearly showing my reflection as if it were a glass door instead.

Off to my left and aside from the door was my study room which was packed with ancient texts and old frail heirlooms and other mysterious objects that time had long since forgotten. I enjoyed the past quite a bit as a vampire. So rich is the past with information.

I pushed through the solid oaken door and entered into my large living room which contained, for the sake of decoration, 4 large and identical plush sofa’s that made a square with opening on each end of the black velvety sofas so that anyone could pass through to sit on them. I had a refrigerator which was stocked with chilled blood in case I was thirsty. A Siberian tiger rug lay in the center of all of the couches. Several large paintings of places and people and other times littered my walls ever so beautifully.The empty and dead fireplace sat idle without need to heat the room. An oversized flat screen TV that encompassed almost all 12 feet of the north wall lay dormant; it was fairly new and so I hadn’t been able to marvel at this bit of technology as often as my will allowed me.



It was then when I had the sickly feeling as I placed one foot into my living room that I felt Him. I looked to my sides and then back again as if expecting a sneak attack.

“You should be more cautious my old friend,” came the chime of a frightening yet enticing voice. That voice…that loving yet so very cruel voice from the past.

“Malthous,” I whispered in a strained voice, clenching my teeth as my angry tone brought forth the ancient memory to life once again.

“You’re surprised I found you?” he asked as he came around the corner in his normal all black apparel, one eyebrow raised sarcastically. His sleek, tight shirt showed off his muscle tone while his semi tight black pants outlined his defined leg muscles and perfect butt.

His face withheld the ravages of time as I should have assumed; retaining that perfect eighteen year old emblem of untarnished beauty. His chin and face were perfectly shaped; jaw bone chiseled to perfection leading up to his short and sexy nose made of absolute pure joy. He smiled revealing his dimples on his cheeks as he passed his hands through his short black and silky hair. I could never resist his smile…no matter how horrifyingly deadly he was.


“Why did you come here?” I demanded as he circled the square plush furniture and stood over one of the couches with that devious smile spreading over his teeth; perfectly white.

“I’m doing a routine check on you Bartholomew,” he spouted out like a proud obnoxious adolescent, knowing that I have not gone by that name for more than four hundred years.

“You are unwelcome in my lair Malthous,” I said as I stepped towards him, ready to attack.

I zoomed quickly to crush his face; he evaded the blow and sent me flying into my reinforced south wall causing only my body to absorb the blow and a large painting to be torn down the center as I fell.

Before I could respond fast enough, his hands were wrapped around my midsection, tearing at my stomach violently while I watched the first chunk of my old and deathly flesh fly and land in slow motion on the couch. Snarling I shoved him off me, watching him fly backward some ten feet or so and landing upon one of my large sturdy sofas which sighed with the sudden impact of his body. My feet were faster than normal as I sped to stand and regain my ground for fighting properly.

With not so much as a single finger it seemed, Malthous sent one of my sofas flying towards me at break neck speed; hunching backwards I dodged that attack and sped sideways as he lunged at me with the blades that he had unsheathed from his waist.

The lights in my lair reflected off the blades as if they were glowing. Malthous tore after me with such speed but I dodged his attack while causing him to trip over my foot. This surprised him as he gathered again his fighting posture, shooting me a shocked grin. I knew I was in trouble now. I began to flit away from him. Malthous seemed out for my death for sure. I hopped to dodge his shrill metal torture weapons but without much luck as one blade struck fiercely into my left arm.

I yelped in surprise rather than pain. I quickly backed away and twisted the blade out of my arm and threw it into my industrial strength trash compactor mashing the “crush” button, standing there breathing heavily. His eyes widened at my odd decision. The gears in the machine ground noisily as smoke began to pour out from the sides of the machine; Malthous shot me an evil smile. My trash compactor was now worthless.

“It was worth a shot,” I said with a tired smile. His fierce speed and strength quickly took me by surprise as I saw no more than a blur as the blade in his hand plunged into my chest, directly above my heart. I grasped it with all my strength, in an effort to prevent it from ending me. Sputtering out black fluid from my mouth as I held on tightly, flecks of my vampire like blood splattered onto Malthous’ face who licked at one speck on his lips. My back was flat against the solid floor as I struggled to fight with all my strength.

“Will you surrender to me Bartholomew?” he asked breathing harder than normal, he was actually more drained of energy than he had ever seen him. I must have getting stronger over the years.

“Go fuck yourself!” I screamed as the blade was etching even closer to my heart this time. His smile widened knowing that if my heart was punctured, I would be just another part of history for him to remember; just another vampire slain by his hands.

Malthous laughed with a sadistic flaunt about his voice. “I’ve tried fucking myself, it doesn’t feel the same without you Bartholomew,” he breathed those words with a seduction of a scorpion's sting.

“Why now… Malthous, why do you come for me now?” I asked slightly desperate now. My thoughts darted carelessly out towards Larry; my loose end that Malthous would deal with if I was killed.

“I was hungry,” he said softly, almost angelically now as I saw the look in his eyes and I knew what he wanted. I would not submit and he knew this but he was more than ready to kill me. I knew he could do it too. Malthous was more than three thousand years old and if he wanted to kill me I stood absolutely no chance against him. I wasn’t ready to stop the fight with him but I thought to myself that maybe I could still keep some dignity if I let him…

“Malthous…” I said franticly as I felt the blade touch my heart; very surprised that it hadn’t sliced through already. My hands clenched the rough leathery handle of the blade; they wrapped around Malthous’ hands in the last seeming battle that I would engage in.

“Will you surrender to me?” he demanded as he dropped his head to whisper his sweet yet sickeningly voice into my ears.

“I will,” I said as I swore that my heart began to be split in two. The blade slid out slowly by Malthous’ hand; I lay there with fear seething through my body, leaking out for him to see.

Malthous stood up, not even breathing that hard anymore as he brushed his hair lightly to the side. The wound on my chest closed up fairly quickly but I knew it would leave a mark unlike anything else would. His blades were forged with ancient power… nothing dared trifle with their sting. These were the knives made of holy metal; the effects of it touching my heart burned, had it pierced through, it was like a wooden steak.

“I am so glad that I didn’t have to kill you Bartholomew…I would have missed our moments so much.”

I slid back quickly, pushing my feet hard on the floor while using my hands to do a back flip, landing on my feet. I brushed my darker looking coat with my hands and noticed that it was more than a little dusty.

“Where is your maid?” joked Malthous with that hungry look in his eyes. He didn’t want blood. He didn’t want food. He wanted me. He wanted me to submit. I was like a rare delicate treat that he hadn’t ever been able to resist. Anytime that he wanted me…to have me…he would always win and it killed me more than ever each time he did this to me.

“I have a bedroom if you like,” I suggested…trying my best to be submissive to this ancient relic of beauty. I couldn’t resist him but I knew that I had to. I knew that I couldn’t let him rob my essence of goodness from me but having sex with Malthous was like being in heaven. I hated him for this, not because it felt bad or something but because he would only use me…for eternity. He would never stop these random “visits” for as long as I existed. No doubt he had other special and pretty ones out there in the world.

He was the reaper of vampires who would not listen; no one dared face him… that’s why I was his favorite, because I resisted each and every time. Each time it seemed as if I had gotten just a little bit better at succeeding at fighting him. I knew it was pointless and I gave in.


My speed carried me to where he stood and away from the wall where I had been and instantly my lips were on his. His hands slid down my pants and they tore away from my body as if they were made of lose feathers. My coat and shirt were the next to fly into shards of shredded material.

I moaned as he slid his mouth over my neck and picked me up, carrying me to my semi darkened bedroom. My black lights were on; his white teeth were amazing when I saw them glint in the mirrors on the walls. All my walls bore mirrors, providing the effect that I preferred over anything when it came to sex.

His muscles bulged as I saw him bite into my neck, a small amount of pain shot into my entire body, his venom even more potent than anything venomous on earth. I grabbed at his butt as I was hoisted up by his strong arms, my legs wrapped around his frame as he sat on the bed roughly. He pulled back with a smile and looked into my eyes, I threw on a smile, it wasn’t a fake one but it wasn’t real either. I reached back and slid my hand from his thick and muscled legs and found his cock, huge and ready to slide into my ass. I aimed it to the right spot and he shoved it in at speeds unimaginable to humans. I reared off him slightly; the pain was strange as I was not accustomed to so much pain as a vampire.

This was one instance of pain that I loved though. Humans could not induce pleasure when they would have sex with me…not like Malthous could. I felt him thrust very hard inside me; my insides would have melted had I been human. I saw the expression on his face; half pleased with himself and half pleasure from the thrill of the fuck. I leaned quickly in to kiss his face but he shoved my head away. I was very annoyed by this but fully expectant that he would be such an ass.


I flipped suddenly, my knees hunched close to my face as he mounted me, looking down at my eyes and then smiled as he thrust inside of me fast and hard. I opened my mouth wide with pain and pleasure. It all hurt and felt so good at the same time. Something happened quickly that he hadn’t done before. He leaned over to me and kissed me passionately and then he bit my lip while he thrust even harder into me. I screamed in pain as he pulled back with a huge smile. Where had he suddenly learned how to be passionate?


Closing his eyes now he slowed way down and began to rub his hands all over my stomach and chest with a huge smile still smugly fastened to his face. I was suddenly in the air as he grabbed at my sides, my legs wrapped around his butt and backside as he lifted me up and down.

I slid on his huge cock now; it was harder than steel as it slid into my ass and then out again. I could feel his fluids flowing inside of me. We work differently than humans…we can cum a lot more and last much longer. Malthous on the other hand never liked to last long, robbing me time after time of so much more than he should.

His pre cum was intense and the smell aroused me too much as I opened my mouth with so much pleasure. I looked into his thick and dark green eyes. Leaning forward to kiss him, I took the risk of rejection but he leaned into my kiss this time, straddling my ass only with one hand while he pumped inside of me, the other hand gripping onto my hair which he was violently running his hand threw it while we kissed.

Before I knew what was happening to me, I was against the wall. My back was propped up on the solid slab of reinforced glass, my legs still were in the air as Malthous plowed deep into me from below as he stood holding only gently at my sides for guidance into my wet ass.

I wrapped my legs tightly around Malthous, him thrusting harder inside of me when I crushed his back with my tightening legs.I reached up quickly and scratched long lines which exposed his bloody black like fluid only for a moment before it healed up.

“Again,” he screamed in pure excitement. I reached with both hands this time; tearing long and slow jagged tears into his chest exposing his inner muscles it seemed. Those gashes quickly healed up as he thrashed wildly inside of me causing so much pain and pleasure that with all the force I had in me, I restrained myself from cumming all over the place.

It was coming soon now…I could see the look in his eyes as he sped up amazingly faster than he had done before. The swelling pressure I began to feel was getting unbearable; I was ready to explode as my cock which felt harder than diamonds flopped up and down lonely by its self.

Malthous eyed my dick with hunger as if he felt what I wanted. Hunching over while still thrusting into me, Malthous began to suck my cock as his cock still slid savagely into my overly wet and dripping hole.

Condensation appeared on his smooth and silky white stomach and chest while I eyed with much pleasure while his abs tightened with each thrust. I felt the eruption happen nearly the same time that I erupted into Malthous open mouth which he was swallowing all of my cum happily.

My ass felt very full…as it always did when Malthous was done with me. His breath heaving out of his lungs was so fierce and his smile that suddenly stretched even wider now made me forget everything. We kissed in a heated entanglement.

He still having his hard cock still in my ass picked me up and carefully carried me back to the bed where he grabbed me gently and kissed me…with passion. I became confused suddenly by his first ever attempt at romance but I didn’t care.

My mind flowed into his as our fluids mixed together causing an enormous amount of energy to pass from Malthous and into me. My empathic abilities usually held no effect on Malthous but maybe today it did. Malthous pulled back suddenly hearing what I was silently thinking and smiled.

“You thought this was the first time your power influenced me,” he asked staring into my eyes.

“I’ve never been able to resist your emotions from day one. On that night when I was sent to kill you…I instead felt that feeling that you projected onto me. You’re irresistible Bartholomew,” he said as he contemplating kissing me again but then reared his head back slightly, and in exchange for a kiss, he slowly lowered his head to my chest with his perfect nose and nuzzled me. He breathed in my scent; driving him mad it seemed.


I truly did not think I would be able to have any power over Malthous and that I never did have any power. My thoughts on this matter began to race wild as I wandered if I could have more from him than just sex but that quickly faded away as he slid off me and stood by the bed looking into the mirror at his self.

I laid there ravaged through and through; barely capable of understanding why I had so much hope for us. I let the sex erase the intense hatred I had for him…but then again his sex was always so intoxicating to me. Malthous perfectly shaped body glimmered strangely in the black lights as I pondered about his next visit…knowing that it might be many years from now. His cock still slightly hard was dripping cum. He looked at me suddenly without a smile on his face. Seriousness had been injected into his full essence suddenly.

“I was sent to make sure that you still hold your position as a doctor,” he said without much care at all, finding his pants that he had not even harmed during the whole brawl and slid into them. He was so fast earlier, I didn't even see him take his cloths off.

While he quickly put his shirt back on I couldn’t take my eyes off his body as I lay there still breathing in and out, wore out completely. My muscles ached from within.

“I am,” I said sitting upright, forgetting completely about our battle earlier knowing what he had really come for and I didn’t want to disappoint Malthous…not if I knew that my struggle would end up like it had.

Malthous smiled at me. I was both happy and furious.

“You love this too much Bartholomew.”

“You don’t,” I asked with a devious smile.

“Every second of us together is a thrill. You’re like the first day of another life of fun. You remind me so much of Goostav sometimes,” he mouthed as I shuddered just remembering that vampire assassin who I had narrowly escaped from. I met Goostav and Malthous all within seconds leaving the two of them to fight over the bounty on me many years ago. Malthous was the winner but he hadn’t killed me on that day. On that day which was actually night, he fucked me the first time promising me to never leave me.
That ended sourly as I hadn’t seen him again for 72 years from our first “visit”. Heartbreaker.

“Your heart was long since broken before I even met you Bartholomew.”

“My name is Dalton,” I said springing up with a strangled animosity in my tone. I stood just a fraction away from his face. He leaned in only with his face and kissed me quickly as I was about to throw every form of fight back at him for being so heartless. I stopped in my tracks; his smile had spread like fire over his face with a pleased animated satire to it. He stared at me with that infectious glare; with those perfect eyes.
His feet were already shod with his dark heavy duty boots. He was already prepared to leave me.

“I wish you were mine,” he said as he looked out and towards the exit; straightening up his hair as he glanced back into the mirror quickly.

“I could be yours if you stayed,” I said, standing there naked still. I took a step closer to Malthous with a dissatisfied and empty look in my eye, trying to project exactly what I wanted towards him now that I knew I had the power to do so. A cold breeze from nowhere carried passed me, my happy trail hairs stood on end as it busied it’s self up to my muscled smooth chest. Malthous shivered a bit and appeared to be worried. His attention was broken from my power over his mind.

He looked behind me as if seeing something he feared and cringed. Shaking his head and with a sad look in his eye he darted away at a blurred speed and yanked open the trash compactor and fished out his blade, it was completely unharmed.

I threw a robe on quickly and walked into the front room; it looked like a war zone.

“Please,” I pleaded him as I grabbed his arm.

Malthous slid from my tight grip with ease and all but flashed up to the top of the marble stair case and looked back at me one last time.

“Deal with your problem,” he said as he nodded up causing me to look back and see it; the apparition that was there. The door opened quickly as I watched him pass through it and it shut tight with his thud from the other side.

The cold air passed near me as the breeze came up from the floor, even colder than my skin.
I could make out the face of yet another one of them. It was a lost soul. I unfortunately was always being bothered by lost souls since I was an empath. It was my job to make them move on from life on earth…sometimes in death they would still not move on.

 

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This story is really growing onto me. I loved part three .

Just wondering, will you ever finish the Twins story? I don't believe that story was ever finished, and I'd love to read the end of it.

 

[Ambrocious]

The twins story...that's a story that became very complicated. I have been strongly contemplating getting back onto that story and making it into something very rare yet still sexy (sometimes harder for me than you might guess).

Twin Affirmation was suppose to be my big hit but I sunk into some troubled waters so to speak and I all but dropped the ball. Im not sure where to take that story next but I'm sure that if my moods perk up again I'll be seeing about writing on it more. I had the whole future of it planned out perfectly; it even intertwined into "Fucked By The Rich Kid" story (wonder if you noticed he he he) when the two run away lovers who had freshly turned 18 met up with the twins (In Aspen) who were both Agents.

I plan to make my stories (if at all successfully possible) mix into each other in wonderful ways as I've always been a huge fan of crossover stories/movies.

Thanks for reading my stories though, I realize they aren't as great as all the other ones out there but I put some effort into each one of them. Where I lose out on the "sexy" I tend to gain on the "syfi" fringe. It is my honest thoughts that if stories are ONLY about sex and too mindless...the final outcome will be a mindless crowd of hump happy fans, not intellectual pacts of people. I do of course provide some sex scene's but I am willing to bet that a lot of people out there like something new and fresh to wrap around. Maybe I'm wrong...people really seem to flock to ready about just fucking and that's it sometimes.

Keep me motivated to write and I'll probably pick back up on "Twin Affirmation" again...

 

[Autolycus]

This is a highly imaginative story and the latest chapter is full of action. What now awaits Bartholomew?

 

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Actually, I think your writing is among the best on this forum. Like you mentioned, most of the stories here are all and only about sex, which makes them forgettable, but your stories have excellent and interesting story lines on top of sex.

I'd love to read the merge of Twin Affirmation and Fucked By The Rich Kid, when you ever get your moods back up again.

All your stories definitely show that you have all the qualities and makings of a very solid writer. Keep writing!

 

[DonQuixote]

I'll 3rd that, Ambrocious. I haven't mentioned in PM's because the stories are a LOT less important than YOU, but I'd thoroughly enjoy starting them back up again.

I'm hoping you writing again means thngs are starting to look up for you!

 

[Ambrocious]

I'll 3rd that, Ambrocious. I haven't mentioned in PM's because the stories are a LOT less important than YOU, but I'd thoroughly enjoy starting them back up again.

I'm hoping you writing again means things are starting to look up for you!

I'll have to take a short rest if I am to catch up on "Twin Affirmation" because my right arm feels like it is half paralyzed (no clue what the heck is wrong). I can still use it but it's really weak.

I of course need to re-read my own story as weird as that sounds to regain the focus and mood.

Which story should I write on more often I wonder? This one or the Twin one...or intertwine them very oddly...I'll have to think on this one for a while.

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil (GSDX) has the same problem - he has three stories currently active, and a greatly reduced ability to write and post anymore, due to physical constraints.

Take your time, don't stress.